— a poem of potpourris.

Overthinking.

I know you wish you can do these to me.

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I submerge her voice deep in the river
that subtly floats within my never-ending thoughts;
my projection of the past and present, my
frontier of reality and make-believe.

Yes, I’m indeed standing on thin ice
With her beside, I’m at ease
But she grew too painful, too controlling.
If only I know what it is like not to have her near; Will it be milk and honey?

All these thoughts running around
becoming myself and someone else.
I overthink whilst wishing I could grasp
the courage
these ‘without her beside’ imageries had offered
to firmly say out loud

“I’m taking back control,
I refuse to give in!”