“I have always been dependant on someone. Always needed a push”
Aint I the same? Aren’t we all the same? Always waiting for a slight or a hard push from someone, a stimulus that could get us moving, a green signal that would let us break free of ourselves.
Reading what’s there in front of me this moment; makes me wanna share it. but no, its mine. None other shall have the right to see it. Its presence is nothing but a pleasure hiding tons of pain within.
This makes my hands tremble. I shouldn’t..do this.
Dee once said that memories are our only possession.
Do I need a push? I guess I do.