Come a time, With the right age, That my choices in the world, those who led me to social isolation and over indulgence in convenience, have closed the doors to different kind of living, one i never found myself allured into, and yet the knowing it'll be gone forever occupy my mind recently, i ask myself, how many times did i do something i care mildly about just because losing it completely wasn't worth it? There, I was thinking about possibilities, It was self-affirming thought process.I'm getting old imc and my place in society is non-existent, Soon to be my willingly forever state, and yet for the first time i fear my own comfort.
