I'm going through a phase that is really hard for me to describe. I'm in between times and places, in between changes and paths that make my road a bit difficult to walk on. I'm in between decisions and postures that either make me bad or good. The ones that would shape me into either a despicable person or into a kind one.
I hestate on and off whether I made right choices. If I should correct the ones I made. If I should stand by my words. And from all of this, I only feel like sleeping. But I can't.
I can't think. I cannot stop thinking. I can't breathe. I cannot stop breathing. I can't dream. But I cannot stop dreaming.
I began a list of things I want to do, but I can't. I gave into the thought of doing the exact opposite but I can't even do those.
Now, my path is no longer a walk but a flight...and I'll have to learn how to grow some wings.
