go

I think I am still hung on an idea... an old feeling. A feeling which has always hiding in the shadows, in the darkness. Perhaps, it is like a can of food which has long passed its expiry date and must be discarded. Maybe, I have been walking the path as an individual for too long and now I need to feel the warmth of another by my side. To be there for me when I need comfort in the silence of the night. He is almost gone now. It is my mistake to even think of him from the beginning. I am on my own course of recovery, starting from suppression and slowly, I will progressed to forgetfulness.