22 May, 2011


The decisions that make you stop breathing in the moment you decide.

The way your head gets suddenly dizzy.

Which way's right and which is wrong? Does either exist? Neither?

It's all decisions.

They're all just thoughts and words until they're actions.

And I can't fill my lungs properly 'til then.

I hope I've chosen right.

I know I've chosen right.

Just I don't want to admit it because it hurts.

To breathe.


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