Here I am again, hiding away from the mistakes I've made. I never thought all these little things would add up but a tonne of feathers still weighs a tonne. It seems to be a very concentrated tonne of feathers as well, like a pillow used in a malicious pillow fight, it seems very light hearted at first but when it hits you, you absolutely move. The funniest thing about making mistakes is that you don't always realise that you even made one. Somehow ignorance seems to be a family member of mistake and sometimes like kissing cousins they get together and makes everything just a little bit more uncomfortable than things appear for someone on the outside. It isn't romantic in nature but all the connotations with kissing makes it more than it needs to be and that makes for awkward family gatherings. A question that has been bothering me is; "Where does our childlike innocence disappear off to ?". Why do we lose it in the first place? Does it disappear with the cumul...
Here I am again, with a mind running into the void. It's not as scary as you would think, until you look back. Where did you just take yourself? Somehow I feel like I went down a corridor and all the doors on the sides have all these moments that are hidden behind a lock for a reason. It's interesting too have painful and bittersweet memories so close to each other. In these rooms the attention to little details surrounding the events are so vivid at first glance but the more you try to focus on them the more blurry they become and you start sliding backwards out of the door with your feet providing no friction to something you wish you could get back. You're back in the corridor and the door all of a sudden has an additional lock on it. You can just go back in but you know this is process that'll just keep repeating so you rather just move on. Moving on is different for everyone and every situation, some just repress and regress and others try to observe their mistak...