Things were simpler when I could not get my hands on what was damaging to me. Things remain simple, no emotions involved, no tears involved, no drama involved, no jealously involved. Things remained simply platonic. Now there is so much baggage to think about- your hesitation, my hesitation and the backlash my mind and soul would give me. I enjoy the thrill it gives me, however I cringe on the fact that my mind eats me up, telling me to make a decision and stop where I am right now. I made a choice, but I backed down and let that slip. That choice was the one hope for normalcy in my life. Now, by hanging in the balance between both my futures - which are truly the opposite ends of one another, I need to make a choice.
Do I walk away?
Can I walk away?
My mind tells me I should. My heart tells me I can but will suffer. My soul is crippling at the fact that I am not strong enough to make a choice.
At 10.50pm - mind, emotions and soul - I can and should walk away before I became the carcass I have always been. It will be brutal. If I walk, the tears nor contacts will neither stop.
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