No matter how far your run, how fast you drive, the past always catches up.
always.
then it pounces on you like there's no tomorrow.
the past, all i can think of is the past. the future's so uncertain that i'm not even sure it's there.
perhaps it's not. perhaps it's just an illusion, meant to deceive my senses. or perhaps maybe i'm just delusional, over thinking things without plausible reasons.
just how long can one hold on, before he loses his grip?
how long can one dream, before he realizes it's a nightmare?
how long can one pretend that everything is perfect, while in truth nothing is?
how long can these demons be held at bay, before the walls finally shatter?
how long, just how long, can one run before there's nowhere to run anymore?
this feeling of helplessness, this inability to set everything right, this conviction of complete despair, they're feelings i would wish on none.
because these are what i feel, and they're killing me. i hope my own, someday, would never feel them.
