“The date of our first kiss / the date we went to the hotel” (poolside, we were by the pool is all)
Marking the dates down is a massive indicator of terrible – as exam dates close in, do you realise how grave a mistake we are committing? Selfishly, it might have been delightful to know that they were not forgotten – but objectively, ultimately, no. This is wrong.
Getting involved, you and i – both have better things to be doing, different goals to be achieving and targets to be meeting. Yet here we are at an intersection point, our lives a standstill – yet at the same time, a rocketing arrow so eager to take off in every direction, because the opportunities are endless and spontaneity’s at its best.
But I’m not. My steady effort to build myself up is coming apart – all that i was certain of myself previously – does not feel like it’s there anymore. The root cause of uncertainty is from the external environment, which conversely affects the security internally on my mind.
Take you out of the equation, i can see everything clearer – i can be better, i can continue being me, learning to be independent and self-reliant. Self sustaining, like a plant. My energy ecosystem wouldn’t have been reconfigured.
This is not the best of myself, i can only see me fading out into the shadows to assume a role that floats.
I really need to get away from here – this is the only way I can get away from you, from losing independence, from being unsure of who i am.
distance, i need to take a step back for introspection.
you, you want otherwise – for us to take a step forward.
learning restraint and constraint,
and yet with you i have violated the constraints – as how the boundaries have blurred.
i told you before – you were my fear.
rephrased with greater precision – i was afraid of the zero sum game we were playing, and the possibility that both of us (if not, either) would get hurt fiddling with fire.
i am curious – this thrill is one that threads on a fine line between safety and risks, a highly volatile mass of uncertainty.
this, and we, are a contradiction
there is assurance around you, despite the fear and attempt at cautiousness to you
i don’t know how to proceed and handle with care
From 9.48 am:
Number of times i found myself lost in a daydream since: 3
Fragments of memories – like lightning flashing – dash through my mind
If the brain is a grey matter, why do we thread between grey areas
two dreams into the hours of the morning:
A deep sleep, a nightmare of snatch theft and biting the thieves finger as i hung on to him as he dashed for the doors out of a grand library, another deep sleep and a second dream about my cousin returning with a cup of vanilla bean ice cream that i desperately wanted… for concocting an affogato.