Crossroads.
As one proverbial door closes, another opens and opportunistic me jumps at the chance. Fragments and remnants of memories of yesterday remain in my head where they passionately dance. They twirl, and swirl, painting my consciousness with colour, angst, and humour. My decision to walk away from you, and find myself was the best I have ever made and liberated me as you were my malignant tumour. I seethe as I breathe, piecing together the puzzles that were left unfinished as I work towards letting go of the past. I gain insight from my introspection, no longer focused on trying to outlast, but rather working on relinquishing my ego and getting over my obsession with what's reflected in my looking glass. The pills you gave me were the ones that made me feel so small, unlike Alice yours was not a Wonderland but rather a dystopia served to me from my own hands. The aftermath of you found me broken, and in shambles; I hope you understand that...