Time

It wears you down to a point where there’s nothing left. There’s nothing left to hurt, discourage or disappoint.

You forget where you were ten years ago when you were six. You forget the very basic elements of who you are because you’re clouded by everything you’ve seen, heard and felt growing up. You realise an inescapable era intruding on your nostalgic pauses and pushing you forward. It's charging towards you at full speed and there's nothing you could do about it, you can't turn back time, you can't slow it down either.

I’m afraid. Because I feel trapped. I can’t help but resent anything that tries to guide me but at the same time I’m desperate for help.