It’s a challenge to fully release oneself from obsessed captivated thoughts. These playful daunting images did give joy once a upon a time. Sincere moments of emotional longings are now instantaneous flickering memories. These haunting shadows walk with ease into the daylight. They cross in-between real and reality. Without grievance this torture rewinds + repeats without consent…inevitably.
I am not alone. This retention of unrequited love is a constant reminder of how real my emotional withdrawals have become. I don’t have to share my tales but I want to expose my feelings. At the thought of each flickering memory, I remind myself that I need to be strong. Yes, the very same advice that each and everyone else has given me. Yet, my heart begs to differ. This constant torture that my mind relapses to revisit every memory. Yes, my thoughts and I would look at each other and say, “You are a masochist”.