There’s a subtle disguise of empathy flaunting as both a blessing and a curse and sometimes the latter holds more weight.
I have a mellow tightness around my neck that endangers my well-being. It keeps growing and it explodes on instances.
I feel too much and I guess that’s why I hurt too much as well.
Like bowling balls tied to my back, I carry it with me everywhere I go. It shows itself occasionally and at the most important of times and on every decision made.I can’t seem to shake off the absurdity of rethinking and overanalyzing choices. Yet, it shouldn’t be that difficult.
My mind is a battlefield every time I set out to ponder on the references presented, like a buffet table laid out in front of me, I still can’t choose one thing with a conscience-free mind without feeling like I’m missing out on the other options.
It may seem like a child’s play, but the sheer vile and poison runs so deep and it took root before the realization of the problem at hand.
I want to be able to say no without feeling like a buzz kill, or be able to let go without wanting to give people more chances only for the same play to repeat itself. I want to look out for myself without feeling selfish.
My well runs dry sporadically and the haze latching around like a shadow shoves me deeper until I’m staring at rock-bottom while holding onto a feeble branch. And I fear I might just let go, to a point of no return.
Life should be lived insouciant, a little care free.
And to do that,
You shouldn’t feel too much.
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