The thin line between sanity and insanity is somewhere I’ve been stuck at for more than a month now.
Choices I have to make. Choices I have to accept. Choices I regret.
At the end of the day, I have to close my eyes, wake up and make more choices.
I pick up the phone, I hang up.
Do I say anything ? Do I shut up ?
You love something, you let it go. If it comes back..
I’m too scared to do the former. Too scared the latter won’t occur.
The thin line between love and insanity doesn’t exist.
They’re one and the same.
I ask God for forgiveness.
I kneel down, watch the stars exist.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
Repent. Remorse. Enough ?
Always & Forever.