Remember, how those days used to be? Always surrounded by pretty and witty, always faking a smile, pre-booze, post-booze, one kush, two more. Dancing to the up beats, swifting to the lower, the internal you waiting to get rid of those lights and tights.
Remember today morning? Kind of missing the old days, sort of pissing the recent pace. How desperate you were to run away, What all cravings you fed to be brave.
And today when you’re free, you want to go back there, realisation sinking in-
*That wasn’t the fake you, which you thought it was, it was the other you, which the recent you despised then, and desire now*
When you left the bling behind, you also threw the developing fascination and related positive vibes deep in the dungeons of your other side’s inner conscious and the ‘now’ you is clueless to how to dig into the graves and to get along the tiniest of positivities.
Nothing can be sufficient enough for us humans-
- We let go – we regret
- We do not let go – we repent
- There is no possibility of redemption
- No feeling of self safety
- No end to self abomination
“No end of war from your own demons”