A blissful home is where I stay, foreign to realities limits. Mystifying grains of sand steadily held in my twitching hands, instilled with the fear of ever letting it go. Each grain is a blunt reminder of a story unfinished. These fleeting memories are created by that who rejects the truth; myself. The memories in my palms slip through the cracks of my fingers, slashing my skin on the journey out. To let go of the once graceful shards puncturing my veins is to neglect what defined me. Endlessly clinging to what fading memories survive, the tender wounds stay open. The antagonizing reminder of an unfinished life torments my mind, aching for answers that will never bring peace. Shall I ever let go of the nostalgia, I betray the life I so desperately wanted, abandoning all of what remains of the past. The warden that keeps me trapped in this prison is no different from one enslaved in shackles. Myself.
--strawberrymilkblade, 03/01/2025
Theme : Jealousy, Betrayal