Wet, rainy..
Staring at the 5 car pile up outside my window.
Pity the bugger at the end. Funnily, it's the oldest car of the pile up and you know the driver will be slapped with a massive bill.
It's the perfect weather for reflecting and perhaps a little soul searching...
I wonder if things would have worked out differently if I stuck to my guns,
if I took on more responsibility to my actions and decisions.
I've always lived on my guy instincts, a trigger for the fight to survive.
An instinct honed from the years away from the comfort of home.
Sometimes they work for me yet there are times they work against me..
And I wonder if perhaps they have worked against me this time 'round.
I yearn to be independent, to be free from life's woes and bitterness.
It's a frustrating process and my indifference kicks in; I scamble for shelter behind my cold, distant and uncaring facade.
I don't seem to know how to love again, nor am I able to comprehend the process of sharing my thoughts and feelings. Like a broken jig-saw, with missing pieces, lost maybe never to be retrieved.
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