I don't want to be that person anymore. The one who is so consumed in their thoughts, they become sterile in an attempt to heal. I would much rather be free from this hurt. This pain. These regrets.

I want to fly. I need to find myself again.

These wishes of mine seem impossible when my nights are filled with thoughts of that dreadful year when selfishness was at its peek. For what?

And now all there is left are these thoughts. This pain. Fear.