Days since our last encounter, I’m sitting here again and facing you.

My younger self thought of you as liberty. Or maybe escapism. As I poured the images that live in my head to you. You’re there to take without judgment but instead, I am the one who judges and you just let me be. 

Facing you was fun, but now it’s frightening.

What used to be vivid imaginations slowly replaced by the heaviness of life. And without notice, they keep piling up.

Gone the once hopeful maiden as she’s now the adult consumed by mindless routines.

Now as I face you, I don’t know what to say. You’re there to take without judgment but instead, I don’t give any and you just let me be.

Facing you awakening uncomfortable feelings.

I am silenced by the light in front of me for one minute, two minutes, half an hour, and now it’s all pitched black.