During the day, its like i am perfactly song & fine. But as night spreads her wings over the horizon, thats where all the carnage starts. Massacare of my own sanity, killing of my own consciousness by the hands of own subconscious. I start my journey thinking something mundane will confront me, but before i could confront it, i find it to be the end of road. I'd may never know as if why this happens. I mean not every happening has a reason. Isn't it?
Somethings they really do get me sometimes & outta nowhere i find myself entering in the vast ocean of undeniable guilt.
I dont understand, whether i genuinely have feelings for her, or just the guilt, that has built that emotions up.
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