My soul or my selfishness.
I can't pull the strands apart from each other. I can't tell whether to charge onwards and upwards, or dramatically attempt to salvage what I once threw away, now sitting in a deep dark well, longing for a voice to speak.
What do you call it?
A moment of courage or a moment of stupidity. Why in my life do I feel that I encounter too many crossroads that I can't decide. I just can't/
