I, my mind

That moment when doubt creeps its stringy self and commands in a manipulative tone. How do you justify? How well do you hide guilt? How can this be? It’s a torrent in questions rising up from the grave as it stamps its controlled clutches deep into my wilted heart… and then fear…

I got scared and found a cold sharp blade of reality piercing my exposed self. None of the dream is alive and Abandonment survives (as she habitually, coincidentally, always shows up).

Finding a path to accountability, and I account for all I have destroyed and if it may be so, the secrets will find its way to the surface in my vain moment(s).

And so it will be, I am faced with the comforts of an allured future filled life or a life of collected pieced moments that melt into lost memories.

I, my mind.