May 2, 2016
Perhaps Slaves...
Perhaps we are all slaves to love.
We chase the impossible and cling to bitter denial. We take suicidal leaps, knowing the fall is closer to death than hell itself. Yet our loyalty abandons all piercing signs of safety, all help for survival. Fighting is no longer a fight when losing is winning and living is dying.
When will we come to our senses? How did we get to the point of sacrificing freedom for gaining emotional chains?
Perhaps, just perhaps, control was never something of our nature. So perhaps, just perhaps, we found comfort in giving control to the uncontrollable.
