...And it makes you wonder if you can truly ever let go...
Of that feeling that sickens you, that you told your self you would never experience again but you constantly except back into your life time after time.
It holds you ransom and cripples you to the point of nothingness. You ask your self "Is it worth it? Will it leave me depleted like last time" the answer to both is yes. For what is life without experience?
How can you feel emptiness with out first being fulfilled? Its this desire for happiness that drives you to the same faults time after time, not realising you were better accustomed to solitude.
So what’s next? Which way will you turn when you come to that fork in the road? For it is these chooses that are slowly destroying you, having the conflicting solution hanging over your head like Damocles sword.
Illusions of stability melt away as you descend further into the impulse of lust and you forget the perils of yesterday that haunt you so and it makes you wonder if you can truly ever let go...