Calm like a bomb
I may look perfectly calm on the outside
I'm an explosive bunch of chemicals waiting to detonate
A time bomb
Waiting patiently to be exploded
A suicidal bastard
On a pressure of depression, regret and hatred
Waiting patiently for death to come
I'm a fucking bomb
A time bomb
For "the time" to come.
Saturday, May 16, 2015
Monday, May 11, 2015
Saturday, May 9, 2015
That kind of shitty moment when I've taken a long way down a detour and the confidence I've once believed to be so great have been plundered by confusions being made entirely by my own mind.
The detour I've taken from the old road with an excuse for a break from all of the madness crushing my heart to bits, has started to make me feel uneasy of what would come at the end of the detour.
Would it be a dead end or a cliff waiting for me to jump to my death?
The confidence I've mustered before is depleting. Maybe I should turn back to the road I've once taken before.
The one I've been longing for years and struggling for her. The one achievement I once held up so high, puffing up my chest with might bigger than a mountain.
The road I've traveled long enough until it feels so comfortable that the scent makes me feel like home.
So is it too late for me to turn back and await the unpredictable end of the detour?
Or the road before itself feels lost without me and awaits me with arms wide open, ready to forgive my sins?
- IMY, N