When Facing Facts
At a point when facing becomes so harsh and hard, escaping didn't seem like a bad idea at all, in fact it is the best thing at this point in time. People always say, face it no point in escaping... True but what their wisdom didn't know is the emotional war inside a person is not geared up for that face the reality session. What could be more harmful than escapism is being desperate.
Give it a break and allow escapism to calm the chaos but not let escapism be the solution.
Escapism was served on my table and in the midst of my indulgence, pit stop occured, snapping me back to reality. It is then I felt the hot streams overflowing yet I told myself that I'm bigger than this and just let me indulge and prepare for now.
The pit stops are there to nurture the coping as it gives me small doses of reality, in my case, makes it easier to swallow.
I'm a woman, I work differently. I'm not strong but I pretend to be, hoping that it serves as a vault, where minds would immagine it as a place of beauty. Truth is the vault is stored with none of what those minds had imagined.
Opening it isn't a wrong move though it felt disastrous. How can I guard it? Maybe it's back to building; brick by brick.
Allow my indulgence... Allow it.
At a point when facing becomes so harsh and hard, escaping didn't seem like a bad idea at all, in fact it is the best thing at this point in time. People always say, face it no point in escaping... True but what their wisdom didn't know is the emotional war inside a person is not geared up for that face the reality session. What could be more harmful than escapism is being desperate.
Give it a break and allow escapism to calm the chaos but not let escapism be the solution.
Escapism was served on my table and in the midst of my indulgence, pit stop occured, snapping me back to reality. It is then I felt the hot streams overflowing yet I told myself that I'm bigger than this and just let me indulge and prepare for now.
The pit stops are there to nurture the coping as it gives me small doses of reality, in my case, makes it easier to swallow.
I'm a woman, I work differently. I'm not strong but I pretend to be, hoping that it serves as a vault, where minds would immagine it as a place of beauty. Truth is the vault is stored with none of what those minds had imagined.
Opening it isn't a wrong move though it felt disastrous. How can I guard it? Maybe it's back to building; brick by brick.
Allow my indulgence... Allow it.
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