The ghosts of my tracks
Hunt me relentlessly.
Eyes firmly shut
My lips trembling violently,
Wrecked apart
The harrowing darkness
Consumes me further.

The sins of my past
Cling on vicariously.
I want to escape it all.
Jealousy.
Fear.
Insecurity.
Consumes me further.

That brief light is but a single spot.
It’s gone, so fast, already.
Granting me a short momentary respite
Before having me face my inner demons
They surface not only in the night
And that
Consumes me further.

It’s never over.
New cocoons are formed.
But true protection lies within
The one who struggles
Alone.
And this heralds, once again
Never thought would be returning
It.
And so lies the return of
My mask.

On the spot thing.

6 hours of sleep in 2 days leave you feeling pretty exhausted. Maybe its because of that that emotions and dark thoughts come rushing back to me.

Sec 3 was a rollercoaster year. I thought I left the worst of it all behind on the fateful moment when i yelled "Happy New Year". Turns out i didn't.

Sec 3 introduces shitload of problems to you. You spend the rest of your life dealing with them.

"Hell, that was just round 1."

Its all coming back. Everything, but this time. I'm ready.

I've got a closet filled up to the brim with the ghosts of my past and my scattered sins.

Another year. Problems resolved, problems surfaced.