candleburn

Photo by  Isai Ramos  on  Unsplash I have tried to steer clear from the evil spirits, yet, they had kept hunting me down, and I could not have anticipated the aftermath I have been running for miles never stopping to look back as I was scared they were still behind I had reiterated your past words the words that kept me going whenever I needed a reminder of better days I’d close my eyes and recall your enormous smile when you told me that those just voices in my head I kept moving never pausing to look back as I could never anticipate the aftermath once they’d conquer my soul

Photo by  Kinga Cichewicz  on  Unsplash Freud said that disregarding our desires and instincts can make us saturated with our own agony and guilt. The more we suppress what we want, the more we become aggressive. The bomb is ticking — we’ll soon explode, and let our agony flow freely, like when a balloon full of air blast and all its air freely abandons the premises of its past captivator. One of my main concerns is being labeled and defined by the society we live in, or perhaps I live in. I’ve written about my  fear of being labeled , but I hate being labeled as much as I fear it. My story begins when I was merely 6 years old. That’s when my parents decided to immigrate to another country so that I could have a better future. At that time, my parents were younger than I’m today. This fact made me contemplate — would have I acted the same? would have I been able to make such a choice? I’d never forgotten my first day in our new country, everything was brand-new to me.