Time has betrayed me with work, but for now at least, that's history.
Its the start of something new, something refreshing. Maybe I need that stray and I had it once.
Now I am back on my path, but not the same path as before.
Making the same mistake does not make it even, and I hate it why not.
Watching you accepting it does not apparently suffice to put it behind.
The intention to start anew is not a decision, its a perseverance.
With a new adventure ahead of me, I can't put it together as it somehow doesn't fit.
I feel like we knew time is ticking, but we just don't lay it out.
I wish we can admit that we suck at communicating, but whats there to say?
Freedom is what we are good at, but our own happiness is what we are not.
Enlighten me please, because as you and we struggle, I do too.
Sometimes its light lifting, but other times the sudden pain crashes and it often caught me unprepared.
If our feelings do not make sense at all, do that then means we are not allowed for it?
Why not, when the feelings are real?
If it makes you uncomfortable, is that a reason enough to fix something, despite the underlying reasons which are absence of logic, strategic flow of thoughts and complicated explanations?
I wish I am generous at making the call, but generosity has a price.
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