Sometimes, when you escape an inferno of emotions, you tend to seek tranquillity in something that gives you a skeleton to hoist yourself up as you recover, in something that showers you with golden drops of concern and assurance, in something that makes you envision that you’ve still got what you always would have.
Imagine waiting what seems like a lifetime for something that eventually, upon attainment, shatters you. It definitely defeats the purpose.
Leaving one lost, burdened, neglected, disturbed and weak.
Where do I go now?