Chronicles of a HeadCase

To reach out with severed limbs, I am cowering and on guard for the fear of losing what I do not have. What I want, feels like what I need. Somehow, I must overcome this fear of fear itself… Somehow, I must learn to take this chance in life and not be a slave to circumstances. Somehow, I will reach that blissful haven that I feel is where I belong. The hourglass is spilling over and I have trapped myself in its quicksand… the more I struggle the more I suffocate, and I guess I won’t be at peace until I listen to the pulsating heart. The voice that I have learnt to mute out, is the one that I need to burst through my veins, and invigorate the flow of life through my vessel. I cannot let you slip through the cracks in my flaw, I cannot, for it feels like I am fighting to breathe while deceptive reason chokes the life out of me. I will have to be that moment that I cannot miss again. I must, or I will gain a lifetime of regret and shame. I am flushed with anxiety because I see you everyday, but as soon as you are gone, I only wait for the time I see you again.