Like a lover in the night, the shadow of darkness slowly creeps in.

Whispering mesmerizingly the words

of quitting and like a fool under a spell I listen. I consider the tempting words of leaving. The weight of
responsibility seems too much of a burden. I go one step forward and get pushed two steps back. I am
going onwards but without direction, not that different with standing on one location.

Yearning for comfort and support which I feel like no one could give. Someone does reaches out, but I’m
closed off. Got used to doing things silently unaided that reaching out is an arduous work.

I continue forward despite my reluctance but why is it to others it is easy to walk away?