27.Inclined

Disappointment beats out depression in this sense, and in this case I was the catalyst. It's like wax on fingers, the pain that begins lingers to numb you. I peel off the emotional film that has left me breathless for way too long. Crying in the morning only seem impossible for as long as I can ever recall. If only life was clement. She said people don't change. They change for themselves, adapt, because life calls for it. We add things, people to our lives, then we change and adapt and mould to fit them. It was conspicuous as we both saw it coming. Like a beautiful force charging right towards you. Oblivious, you only reckon it when it hits you, and bam, you fall right back to reality. But reality becomes nothing when its on replay mode, you can already mouth its next line. You peer upon your reflection to find an antagonist peering back. 

But guess what,

I already know the next line.

If you'd ask me the similarities between 

birthdays and disappointments, 

It'd be that they're predictable

But unlikely to be anticipated.

I've been living separate lives lately, to realise that I perfect none. 

As a friend, lover, daughter 

Sometimes when you're plagued with all kinds of fear

How would you confront them?

When you reminisce on the strings of events that changed you

How long would you allow yourself to regret them?

With the attempt to forget you end up reminding yourself of many things

While you miss the highlight of your life

So embrace pain

As it embraces life