I managed to understand my grief, where these waves are coming from, why time repeats to immerse me in the view. Its true, I believed I could do no wrong, such wisdom of a fool. A philosophy misunderstood only Solomon knew. My decision derived from securing sanity, when it's waters knew no ripples. engaging a reality nonexistent yet I believed it true. Forming traumas and neglecting the ones unable to be glorified, romanticised, the ones unrecognisable for rewards, yet deep to derail my soul. I know they needed love to. Anyway, this perception of perfection shattered beneath the weight of countless mistakes, willful choices and thoughtful decisions. Who then can I blame for my miscalculation, my...