The foresight I had for you is becoming unreliable. It is like time forces me to let go when I do not want to.

I am choking on my feelings for you.. 

I am afraid when I sense, whether falsely or not; that you merely feel indifferent.

For I, I am reliant.


Sorry for being unreliable in return. Condemn me some more with your unintended mean words. they seized to mean what they used to; coming from you.

Which is it? 

Do you still love me? or is this safe embrace got your instinct resting; for now.. hm?

I am losing my mind, dear.