Why do I keep letting myself in these things that are just predicaments that didn't need to be in my life? It's like opening Pandora's Box; there goes the contents and all the different hues of emotions that comes out of it! Opening it meant a lot of good thins but along with that comes with some of the the most distasteful shades of reality. Fact remains that no matter what, in the Fiction We Live, we are only fragments of who we are, thus becoming a piece of the truth. Strangers, mere fallacies of what can be right and what is so wrong. We aren't meant to be in this place, but here we are now...
Maybe I should just disengage. Maybe.
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