Emotions buried, because I buried them long ago. I thought of the what-ifs of tomorrow and the possible sudden rushes of the memories which could appear like suburban waves crashing against the heartless rocks of a seasonal seaside shore. However, nearing two decades later, my aged skin and defenceless eyes have endured the hastiness of life’s punches, struggles, failed endeavours, only to have me sit again at the weathered cross, bare handed and empty hearted. I took a risk to love and to lose, to have and to not, and new emotions birthed are only hindered, due to the shallow grave of the burial from before. I distrusted so entrusted my life over to another, a unified synchronization. To delegate and appreciate, and to hesitate with only settle reservations, which plague my every waking in the mysterious strangeness of each day given. I am so I won’t.
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