i chose.

I chose this life. I made easy choices and hard. I chose to not settle. To run full speed up the stair case, letting go of hands not strong enough to withstand the winds. I chose solitude in my bed at night. Freezing temperatures seem so much warmer than temporary heat. I’m not scared. Only mourning what my childhood promised. It doesn’t exist whatever it is. I don’t believe there’s plenty of time. I believe it doesn’t exist.