relationships between people hang on a line so thin the further both ends are being stretched, the more tension stored in those minute fibres; they quiver with intensity with the slightest tug, they unwind in all directions when succumbed to pressure, and -

it snaps.

everyone’s been balancing on that thin line lately. so many lines have been broken; hearts and hopes alike. i’m swaying between the broken ends right where whole and perfect should have been, but it’s not like i’m endowed with the skills to mend it. what if i’m not trying hard enough? i’m so clueless. life has no right answers, and the decision must come from none other than you.

the thin line is not for me to trust. unhappy experiences are undeniably unhappy experiences; that when you fast forward to the end of your life, they still count, and you still wish they hadn’t existed.

so, what better than to stave off some while you have the means? devoid of feelings or face the sting. in these moments i like to take a mindless, lengthy plunge into sleep.