I only asked for this much, yet I got more than what I asked for.

I accommodated and let lose my sail in hopes that the wind would send me to the right destination. Not.

You sailed me right into the middle of the Arctic Ocean and retired,

now what am I suppose to do in this cold, motionless region?

“this isn’t so bad” I thought, maybe this is god’s doing;

maybe this is the time where I need to reflect and look at the big picture in this solitude.

But with that being said, Have I not looked at it enough?

Or have I not comprehended everything the last time?

And I often ask myself: What does it take? Am I doing this right? I dived into this sea and I better know when to resurface before I lose my breath. Have I, by any chance, already held my breath for too long? It’s this straitjacket feeling at it’s best all over again, but will it be worth it?

I hope so, or at least for now.

any takers? ;O

I’m sorry that I’ve distanced myself against you and lost faith with all those theoretical facts. But at times like these when facts can’t prove me anything, who am I suppose to turn to?

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You’ve made me believe your existence by sending an angel that changed my life two years ago, and I’ll never forget that. But I’m hurt now, hurt from the scars where the knife pierced through three years ago: it’s burning, to be exact.

I need assurance that the choice that I made is something I’ll never regret.

I need a hint from you that what I’m doing is right.

Once again, I’m on my knees for you.