For years, I was mum…
And then, I said my peace at the wrong time, if not the worst.
Regardless, it felt good, i felt liberated, onwards with time, it seems that i opened Pandora’s box, i cant keep mum anymore, i say anything and everything whenever i want.
That said, my insecurities and fears of losing you are paramount. If, for whatever reason, the gods tore us asunder, I can’t take it.
I feel so fragile when it comes to you.
Through the looking glass, I see two figures: one who might be a burden on you and the other who is a burden on me.
I will win the war in my head.
May the Lord hold you in His hand, and may he never close His fist too tight.
Beannachd Dia dhuit.
Doomish:
Brave, Courageous and bold.
Long live his fame
And long live his glory.
Long may his worthless posts be told.
