Control is a myth

Every day the world turns over.

Conversations I put off, till next week, or next month suddenly freeze forever when the person at the other end suddenly stops talking forever.

Friendships fade away into sweet, painful memories and people I thought knew me, kill me in little, unintentional ways.

I trust the wrong person, at the wrong time and for wrong reasons. I build defenses against the best moments. People I shower everything on, walk away. And others I never saw, wait on the wings, hoping some day I’ll smile at them.

Every day, every hour, every moment, every mistake….life just goes faster and faster and faster.

Sometimes I feel like the only thing I can really do is think. Chronically.

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