i don't know if it captures the most closest form of the feeling, and i know words can't fully do that,
but it feels i'm running on borrowed time that has expired long ago. i can feel it on my heels, you know. i can feel it watching me, right on my trail. it knows i'm only a step ahead, and it's waiting for me to finally, rightfully and justly, to give it up.
and i feel so so guilty for it. i know i am guilty of it.
11/22
CZYTASZ
holding on; 2019
Literatura Faktui never expected to be here for this. i did not think the need would let me go. i can still feel it's grip, but i might as well hold on as well. it's only fair-isn't it? a self-documentation.
