If you were to take a look into my mind, you would find an overgrown garden maze shrouded in fog. Deep in the middle, there is a crumbling marble statue of a humbled man kneeling before an angel. In his hands is a plaque that reads "As I close my eyes for the last time, I pray that I may be forgiven of my sins and that I will finally know peace".
Every time I close my eyes, I walk these pathways wondering why I continue on. Am I stronger than I thought, or am I not strong enough to end it?
unita:
❤