I ran till my lung hurt.
Hoping that every breath that I took would heal the wound.
You wicked soul
How feeble could you be?
Tempted easily, your yearn for that forbidden fruit would lead you astray.
Focus.
This phase too, shall pass.
Time flies till your memory fails you.
And everything will be dreamlike
And you laugh like an old grandma
Recalling her season in the sun.
Would you ache for your once-beauty too?
Would you wonder how life turns out if you choose the other path?
Temptation.
It's like a broken record. And I thought I've outgrown that part.
Silly you. You let narcissism camouflage your inner being.
Vain and purposeless.
Let's pray hard that this too shall pass,
before the damage can't be undone.
