Is it despair or grief that binds me so cruelly
to my entirely faithless anchor?
Desperate from being mazed
by freedom and responsibility of myself.
Persistently mirroring unvaried mistakes
I've made before; crying,
while hopelessly promising not to ever do them again.
Grief I suppose, is a partial outcome of everything.
Mostly by sending goodbyes to souls I would never be able to farewell.
But I cannot withstand it anymore.
I'm drowning.
I want to seek the inner peace I
was enriched with before.
08.2015
