Why does it feel like I'm suffocating at times?That I can't breathe and I have to constantly grapple for that diminutive lacuna just to be myself, which has become even more tenuous over time. Why can't I just embrace every nonpareil element that embodies me? Just the way I am. Unabridged. Completely. Why can't I pursue the avidities and aspirations of my heart?Sometimes, I do miss how it feels like to be unconfined by the coverted dictums of what we know as amour.
This is just another ephemera of discontent. I do realize that I can be rather self-centered and adamant in my own ways every now and then. But I am fully aware of my adherence. I bear no sense of remorse. I know my place and where my heart should be.
Just sometimes.
I wish you'd let me.
