My World Has to Continue

Time lapses as if eternity has been pushing itself to my unfathomable mind. Here I am, sitting alone, thinking about the things I could have done but I regretted to do. What more might have happened if I were stronger? What more might have come if I spoke earlier? What more might have I prevented if I were more aware of the truth?

The blindfolds get tighter and the strewns shut my lips up. I speak not at all.

This could be the best but I still feel empty. What kind of mind do I have that I am ready to forsake the one to be blamed? Or am I only looking for somebody to point the fingers at so it will not be me?

It was too late. Very late. Time lapses as if eternity has been pushing itself to my unfathomable mind.

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