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This is the third time I am repeating this
Saturday, January 31, 2015 || 8:56 AM

You cannot, cannot, cannot make homes out of people. This is what I have learnt. 

Step #3
Sunday, January 18, 2015 || 6:17 PM

I keep drifting back and forth between the spaces; I am trapped in this limbo with both my feet hanging over the edge. I will oscillate between two counts per minute and seventy-six counts per second. One wrong step and I'll slip into the abyss. One wrong step and I'll surrender both my hands to yours. 

... I have to admit there is a certainty to this. This capacity for pain already stationed onto my peripheral. Perhaps I am holding myself back because I am afraid to be free. Freedom; what does that constitute again? All I associate it with is a lack of your prevalance.

I feel like I am not ready for that.


Not much left
Monday, January 12, 2015 || 11:05 PM

There is only so much room for all this — this tenderness, spilling from grazed; hollowed palms on to the laps of those undeserving. 

Unbefitting not due to his worth: but due to the way he loves you less than you warrant. Your heart is a land and I will not let you have any less than the soil that nurtures it. 

.....

I am deliberately prying open my wounds, undoing all the time I spent carefully stitching them up. I am rubbing salt in and letting it tear at my seams. 

....... 

If this is insanity, then let me be insane. 

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