TE (December 27,1985 / )

Decisions

I love inside an indecisive mind. One where all I can think of is running away, scared, and blind. I close those off who can hurt me the most. My heart takes the lead, my mind sits frozen, cold.

Ideal is the future I believe to see. Of course, I'm covered with mindless uncertainty. With every decision there comes a price to be paid. I just want to make up my mind someday.

There is a struggle in the age old saying, a decision is what your heart makes. My heart can't decide and my mind controls to fade; I'll become shattered, selfish, and broken along the way.

The only decisive statement I can make, comes with this pen in hand, and these words on display. Only time will tell if my heart will cave, or will business decide what becomes of me?

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