Pieces
A feeling, a piece of my mind. I see no further into my mind than the sharks circling the shallows. I remember who I am. I remember who I was. Maybe it's still the same and it's just the feel of it that's different. I can either say 'yes', accept it and move on or I can dig deeper into it, looking for a proof, yearning for a closure but to only end up in a bottomless pit, questioning the very existence of such a truth endlessly. It always comes down to Hamlet's opening line. "To be or not to be." For the most part, I managed to choose to be but for some it always felt right to lean towards not to be. Somehow, that self-destructive path always had hidden its insecurities behind false pleasures. Pleasures so ecstatic that refusing its call seems almost impossible. So yeah, succumbing to its beckoning call was and still is my own undoing. Even now, at this very moment, bending the knee seems a necessity in order to utter these very words. For in words, I...