Have you ever attached yourself to familiar suffering? People, incidences, places that constantly make you feel agonised but you never seem to be able to bail yourself out from it. That's it.
Everything is romanticized aren't they? I always fail to see that but it is happening almost all the time.
Fallen and fell. Literally and figuratively but of two different contexts. Next, to pick myself up or to be heavily bandaged?
Extremes always work for me. It's probably either just a straight plunge-through with no qualms to end the whole languish or continuously clinging on to this familiar suffering. But now, I fear the former and I resent the latter. Bail-less again.
I wished there were no stakes, and I can visualise things as they are. No disillusionment. But everything is not in sync anymore and it sets the heart in shambles.
