When these things that torture your soul are settled for so long, do they return when something so small has changed?
I like to think I've grown, I like to think I know more, feel more, do more. But I still feel those simple and base feelings. The instant trust, and the even faster shattering of ones self.
Perhaps I'm up to late, maybe I should sleep. Maybe I suck it in again, pretend it's ok, act like if no one saw it, it doesn't matter. That's not what I used to do. I used to cry, to contemplate, to think that it was a problem with myself. Now I ponder, I consider it is just someone else. That makes the answers simpler, but that means I cannot change it.
Oh cruel and devious torment of the human soul, Love.
