Lacryma

Her eyes grew wide in shock. It had finally dawned upon her, the reason as to why she couldn't overcome it. It wasn't it! It's not that she could not overcome it, it's that she saw no interest in doing so. When she thought about the logic behind her previous failures, it was pretty easy to see what she had done wrong and how to fix it. She knew and understood all that, it wasn't the issue. The said issue was: she didn't care! Not one bit at that! Sure, she saw one thousand and perhaps more reasons to care, but it did not alter her feelings at all. And so, she thought to herself, I must make a choice: to live one with my feelings or detach myself from them in order to achieve what any logical person would pick. The way she saw it, she either lived freely embracing her emotions without a future, or she chose to be a robot, detached from what her heart desired, in order to advance and make it out of the black hole of despair she was hopelessly and pathetically wallowing in.

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A little something I wrote around February. I hope it isn't fillled with too many mistakes