Free At Last

Free At Last

As my gaze met yours, I felt nothing - no resentment, no sorrow, no regret, no happiness, no longing for your affection; just emptiness. It was in that moment I finally found peace.

Love’s Demise

In your gaze, my reflection lies,

When did our love freeze, when did it die?

I never fathomed it'd come to this,

The void in your eyes, a love's abyss.

Two souls ablaze, now drenched in tears,

Who knew our passion would drown in fears?

When did our flames turn to icy blue,

In your eyes, I see, our love withdrew.

Extinguished Flame

Despite the pain, I clung to the belief that you were destined to be mine, that our connection was written in the stars. Each time our eyes met, I felt a certainty that you were the one I had been searching for, the missing piece of my existence.

Yet now, as I stand before you, I am enveloped by a haunting emptiness. The flames of love that once raged within me have been extinguished, leaving only a hollow void in their wake. With a heavy heart, I realize that the tumultuous journey of our love has reached its inevitable conclusion.

In this moment of clarity, I am liberated from the shackles of uncertainty and pain. The emotional rollercoaster that once defined our relationship has come to a merciful end, leaving me with a bittersweet sense of closure.

"What if" is the prison where fear holds the key to our doubts.

In the depths of my mind, I am imprisoned. Not by bars of steel or chains of iron, but by the relentless machinations of thought. I am an overthinker, condemned to wander the labyrinth of my own mind, forever lost in the endless maze of possibilities and doubts.

Each day begins with the weight of the world pressing down upon my shoulders. Every decision, every action, every word spoken is scrutinized, analyzed, and dissected within the confines of my mind. What if I had said something differently? What if I had chosen another path? These questions echo endlessly, reverberating through the corridors of my consciousness.

It began innocently enough, this curse of overthinking. As a child, I was praised for my curious mind, for my insatiable thirst for knowledge. But somewhere along the way, curiosity transformed into obsession, and knowledge became a burden rather than a blessing.

As I grew older, my overactive mind only grew more restless. Every decision became a monumental task, as I weighed every possible outcome, every potential consequence. Simple tasks became Herculean trials, as I agonized over every minute detail.

And yet, for all my endless pondering, I found no comfort. The more I thought, the more lost I became. It was as if the very act of questioning only served to deepen the jungle of my mind, trapping me further in its intricate web.

But amidst the chaos, amidst the endless maze of my thoughts, there were moments of clarity. Transient moments, like rays of sunlight breaking through the clouds, where everything seemed to make sense. In those moments, I found peace, if only for a fleeting instant.

And so I continue to wander, to question, to overthink. For perhaps it is in the act of questioning that we truly come to understand ourselves. Perhaps the perplexity of my mind is not a curse, but a gift, a never-ending journey of self-discovery.

Perhaps one day I will find comfort in this labyrinth of thought, a way to navigate its winding corridors without losing myself in the process. Until then, I will continue to wander, forever seeking answers to questions that may never have been meant to be answered.

May I have my heart back? It’s clear you don’t deserve it.