Three days.
Three days of silence.
The absence of your presence awakens familiar feelings of anger, self doubt, and insecurity.
How is it that I keep traveling down the same road?
It’s as if I am the sole passenger forced to ride an eternal roller coaster of mixed, complicated emotions.
Why do I keep reopening the wounds in my heart only to fill them with endless nights of meaningless *** and mind-altering substances?
Perhaps, I torture myself with synthesized happiness because secretly I enjoy the notions that they present.
But alas, perhaps succumbing to these masochistic tendencies may be my undoing....
Written by: Helene J.C. Armbrister
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 12:11 PM UTC
Three days.
Three days of silence.
The absence of your presence awakens familiar feelings of anger, self doubt, and insecurity.
How is it that I keep traveling down the same road?
It’s as if I am the sole passenger forced to ride an eternal roller coaster of mixed, complicated emotions.
Why do I keep reopening the wounds in my heart only to fill them with endless nights of meaningless *** and mind-altering substances?
Perhaps, I torture myself with synthesized happiness because secretly I enjoy the notions that they present.
But alas, perhaps succumbing to these masochistic tendencies may be my undoing....
Written by: Helene J.C. Armbrister