RELAPSE
The past creeps in. Slowly crawling up to me. Consuming my being. Every edge, every angle, every side.It fills me up. Letting me stand still in a filled up box, slowly drowning. Taking every bubble of my air. Letting me gasp for more. Exhausted. Tired. Terrified on what this evil past would do next. The past comes, sometimes it goes but when it’s back everything drags down to zero. One touch of it, everything instantly crumbles. Like a tower made of sticks, no matter how far I would reach when the past comes again, all at once I fall. It has been years already but it keeps creeping in.
I’m tired, exhausted, terrified.Â
When will this end. When will I end. Where can I run. Where can I go.
This is me crying in the dead end.Â
Perhaps, the past is my shadow -it can never go away from me.
This is messed up.












