I can't bring myself to do it, I know whatever happens it will end up being a mistake, yet I don't turn my back on it completely.
It's all in my head, all the regret of actions that haven't taken place still. Why the heck should I have to spend my nights curled up in a ball of unknowing? Where in the world am I supposed to go if any direction I take will be the wrong one?
I guess you could say it's as simple as black or white. But black cloaks me once you swarm in it, its capacity to feel empty will be transferred to my mind, it won't let me feel anything else. And white is blinding, it's colorless light is stinging, made up of feelings of remorse. It's not that easy.
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