Bound By Fate

Bound by Fate

It's like being trapped in a maze with invisible walls, where every turn leads me back to him. I never chose this, never wanted it, but here I am, entangled in a love I never asked for.

His presence is like a constant reminder of my lack of control. I see him across the room, his smile pulling me in like a magnet, despite my efforts to resist. It's frustrating, feeling powerless against this force that draws me closer to him, against my will.

I try to convince myself that I can walk away, that I have the power to choose my own path. But every time I try to distance myself, something pulls me back. It's as if our fates are intertwined, destined to collide no matter how hard I fight against it.

I resent the universe for playing this cruel trick on me, for robbing me of my autonomy when it comes to matters of the heart. Love should be a choice, a conscious decision made by two individuals who genuinely care for each other. But here I am, bound by fate to a man I do not even like.

I long for the freedom to love who I want, to choose my own destiny without the interference of some unseen force. But as much as I resist, I cannot deny the pull he has on me. And so, I find myself trapped in this frustrating cycle, yearning for a love that I can never truly call my own.

Emotionally Unavailable

In the fortress of my soul, I dwell alone,

Emotionally distant, carved from stone.

A fortress built with walls so high,

To guard the heart, to hide the why.

In the silence of my solitude, I roam,

A prisoner of my own emotional home.

Beneath the surface, a tempest rages,

Locked away in hidden cages.

Unreachable, untouched, I stand,

A solitary figure in a barren land.

For love's embrace, I cannot receive,

In the shadows where I grieve.

Yet in the depths, a whisper calls,

Breaking through the fortress walls.

A glimmer of hope, a flicker of light,

Guiding me through the endless night.

For even in my guarded state,

Love's gentle touch can penetrate.

And though I may be emotionally unavailable,

I yearn to break free, to be vulnerable.

If you’re not growing together, you’re growing apart.

Exploring Life Beyond Death

It's late, and I find myself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. The darkness feels heavy, like a blanket that muffles the world outside. The house is silent, save for the occasional creak of the old floorboards. It’s in these moments, when the world is still, that my thoughts wander to the uncertainties of life.

What if death isn't the ultimate conclusion we've been conditioned to accept? What if immortality is not just a fanciful notion, but a potential reality awaiting discovery?

I close my eyes and imagine a different reality, one where the end is not a foregone conclusion. The idea is both thrilling and unsettling, a paradox that tugs at the edges of my understanding. I think about the countless lives that have come and gone, each one extinguished like a candle in the wind. But what if there's a way to keep that flame burning indefinitely?

The thought deepens, weaving itself into my consciousness. Throughout history, mankind has yearned for eternal life, seeking solace in myths and legends that hint at immortality. Yet, modern science, with its relentless pursuit of knowledge, challenges even the most deeply ingrained beliefs.

I think about the remarkable advances in medicine, the promise of rejuvenation therapies, and the tantalizing glimpses into the mysteries of aging and cellular regeneration. Could these be the first whispers of a future where our biological clocks no longer dictate our existence? Perhaps, within the intricate web of our DNA and the boundless expanses of the cosmos, lies the key to perpetual life. If we can extend life through advancements in medicine and technology, why not imagine a future where life can be sustained indefinitely?

As I drift between wakefulness and dreams, the allure of immortality grows more persuasive. It promises a continuation of experiences, of learning, of love and growth without the looming specter of an inevitable end.

The concept takes root in my mind, urging me to reconsider the limits of mortality. What if death is merely a transitional phase, a doorway to something beyond our current understanding? The thought challenges the very core of what it means to be human. I find a strange comfort in this thought, a glimmer of hope against the darkness of uncertainty.

In the depths of night, amidst the whispers of the unknown, I entertain the idea that maybe death isn't certain after all. Maybe, against all odds, immortality is within our grasp.

Lowering Defenses

In the ruins of trust, walls rise tall,

Each betrayal a brick, each one a call.

Layer upon layer, they tower high,

A fortress of pain against the sky.

Each brick laid with sorrow's hand,

A testament to where I stand.

For every trust betrayed, a wound so deep,

Leaving scars that never sleep.

With each betrayal, the walls grow thick,

A shield against love's cruel trick.

But oh, the weight, the burden they bear,

As I hide behind walls of despair.

For in the darkness, I find my solace,

Protected from love's relentless malice.

But with every brick, a piece of me dies,

As I surrender to betrayal's cries.

Yet still, a whisper, a flicker of light,

Beckons me from the depths of night.

For though trust may falter, hope remains,

To tear down walls and break free from chains.

So I'll gather the strength to face the pain,

To tear down walls built in vain.

For though trust may be fragile, it's worth the cost,

To rebuild the bridges that betrayal has lost.

Loving deeply is both a gift and a burden. I desire to reciprocate the way you treat me, but my love for you prevents me from ever hurting you in that way.