14 June 2012
Every time I want to forget,
I crawl in again.
I create blankets of memory,
to snuggle away from reality.
Then I realise this dangerous game,
as it might make me insane.
I have to fight this,
this disease of playing,
games with myself and,
hurting myself.
Before its too late.
Every effort towards stability,
every move towards normal,
goes out the window,
in just that moment.
Again, I'm exposed to my weakness.
But still I am stronger than I think.
I shall pass this as well.
Sometimes I wonder,
If the knowledge is a curse,
or a guide,
or a hurdle,
or a floater,
only time will tell.
And what is this life without,
pain and hurdles?
and if it weren't,
it would be a waste,
as more lives would be lived.
So be it.
Bring it on.
I am ready,
but just after I get back,
my sanity.
Oh, Help me God.
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