infinitepossibilities

it feels downright weird and sad. you look in the mirror and the lacrimal glands just go into overdrive. you can’t seem to stop the tears from rolling. nothing spectacular nor tragic happened. but you produce the silent tears. reaction: panic. oh..oh, what’s going on? what’s the trigger this time? your beautiful u is not acting up. you already know that your name has been tainted with labor cases. there’s no news there. you already know that. get over it. but why the tears? why the pain? what’s that tug in your heart? what’s causing it? perhaps the theory that you’re going nuts is doing a self-fulfilling prophecy on you? what is it that you’re not admitting to yourself? who is it that you’re thinking? what is it that you want so badly that you feel your chest is about to burst if you don’t let it out? why are you so afraid of change? why do you wish to talk to that darn person? why are you so happy when you talk to that darn person? what has that person gotten into you? why is seeing an object that the person owns puts a smile to your face? or a tug if you don’t? you certainly didn’t choose that person’s face to intermittently pop into your head. so there shouldn’t be guilt involved. you didn’t choose it. it just happened. as much as you’d rather not want the disturbance, it’s there. it won’t go away until you deal with it. yet, you ask. what’s there to deal, when i’m in a limbo? and no specific scenario to begin with. you once came across a crappy line that says things repeat itself, maybe in different form and different characters, until lesson is learned. you believe without an iota of doubt that something’s happening again. same situation, different characters. but same emotions. a lesson unlearned. so what’s freakin’ going on, coward?