What is this perpetual feeling of inadequacy that I cannot fathom?
Where did it stem from, and what does it feed on?



"My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellation."

(My knee) will never be the same ever again.
Although I've never dropped a tear over it since everything happened, sometimes I can't help but feel like it nonetheless.
:"(

You say you don't want me to worry but you tell me the end of the story, with no head and in between.

Now, how do you expect me not to worry?

This is how selfish Humanity is.

This is how selfish we all are.

I Don't Know

how I manage to incubate my thoughts sometimes.

Emotions are common; they are not exclusive to each individual. While one is hurting, another far away could be feeling the same, possibly worst.

How is it that the motion of life, albeit separate, can be so largely similar?

I've been incubating thoughts and actions for years that I've always feared to act on, to shout it out loud.

In all honesty, I don't believe I am there yet. Baby steps that take years to progress...

Been out from sports for a month now. I've never been more patient than I am today, and I have no idea how I braced this month.

In fact, I don't really remember how everything happened - the chronology, the pain, the ordeal, the emotions.

I just want to get by, get past, and forget.

I've thoughts to pen but I'm hesitant to fill this space.

When Life was much Simpler;