There's a thin line between love and hate, a thinner streak between failure and success and an invisible string between dreams and reality. These demarcations have always existed even when u couldn't point your finger at it...and it seems like ages ago when she had her position behind the obscure marks, when she knew where she was supposed to be in order not to tread to the other side. She didn't even know back then that such a spot exists, to find yourself walking on thin ice, watching your tiny steps lest it breaks underneath your feet and brings you down with all your weight; to lose the destination and no longer know where your heart truly lies anyway, all for the sake of not going down. She keeps scaring herself. Her intensity keeps scaring her and her thoughts disturb her most of the time; the edginess they posses makes it easier to build walls to safely dwell behind. A lot of things have happened, a lot of things have changed that she's not comfortable with yet. She got used to ignoring what she doesn't like, she deliberately drops major incidents, important news and people out of her life simply because it hurts to remember them. She laughed them away; they'd haunt her every now and then. there’s only so much she can take, a certain dose of reality she can handle. and yet she lost the ability and the energy to even care anymore. She doesn't want to pursue anything or anyone. She doesn't want to wait. She doesn't want to watch her steps or decide where she's going to be in relation to all the lines and writings on the wall. She doesn't want bad news anymore. She doesn't want to think about a thing. She doesn't want thin ice, ultimatums and cracks; at this very moment.
She just needs a break, to break free. She just wants to feel.
