…standing at a crossroads…

either way i turn i know it’ll kill me to walk that road.
standing still doesn’t work, for it will paralyse me and starve love as well as life.
there’s no way to turn back in life, even though life keeps on haunting me with memories.
i’d love to know exactly when i started taking wrong turns anyway.

i wish i could jump over a wall instead of suppressing the longing to jump over the railing of a bridge time and time again.

i haven’t got the strength either way. what am i to do? at least i am not one to give up easily. that’s all i can offer.

(to be continued)