the deluded ones [#2]

and

june 20th, 2017

distance, it's a word i've heard so much in the past few days. it's amplified by sadness, anger and confusion.

it's a symbol of withdrawal, and we've tried to solve it. but we're not getting anywhere.

the more i talk to you, the happier i am. it's like i am a flower, and i only open my petals when the sun's nearby, the sun being you.

but the more i talk to you, the more attached i become. if i become more attached, i'll never be able to let you go properly, and i'll only hurt even more when you find someone better, someone who'll replace me forever.

it's a game of chance. if i force myself to distance myself from you even more, i'll become less attached, but i'll become less happy day by day. if i leave it be and follow the flowing winds, i'll be happier, but i'll become more attached than ever. each choice is another chance of destruction that a storm has created, and each decision made is another step closer to the direct path of a monstrosity or a path of evasion from an atrocity.