I tell myself I’m no coward, not anymore. As the waves reach and wash up the old me, I can’t help but imagine the possibilities. The inevitabilities that could have turned out a whole lot differently, the good, the bad, the happy, the sad. The balance of luck to misfortune has favoured me, only slightly cause I still fall in love with people I hate. I still yearn for love which I know I’ll never have, I still entertain people I know have no place in my life, I still revel in long term pain for short term gain. Nothings really changed but in the same way nothings still the same. I’m stuck in a cage of my own construction.