How does one express oneself when they don't have an outlet to blow off steam? How do you express yourself when the walls are closing in on you?. Have you ever been in a situation where you're not even sure how you feel about the entirety of it – how did you even get there and why?
All those books of the self-help variety should've been the least bit "helpful" when they reiterated and underlined the "no regrets in life" extracts. You're thankful for one thing at one moment and the next, you're just wondering where you went wrong. Is it wrong to love thyself and perhaps also another – the unforgivable, untouchable, alas! unattainable?
Perhaps modern day Shakespearean tales persist amidst the mundane, and maybe, just maybe some of us will always be misfits who shall for most parts of their lives remain a tad bit crooked to fit the puzzle. Transitioning to new dimensions is as good as your next delusion about the fairytale you imagined would embrace you at the edge of it. If only we could pick and choose our metamorphosis, fight and win these battles for ourselves and not let others decide our fate. In the end we're just horses running in the race against time and space, ponies charging against the wind, winning battles for the sake of it.