The coffee was cold now, as I felt its last drop trickle into my mouth. Things were still not right. Someone should take control now, I have to take control now.  I’ve had enough of destiny and time handling things for me. All of it hasn’t been paying off.

I rose from the arm-chair, reflecting on the happenings that’d transpired over the last couple of days. I was in regret, deep regret. In a fashion manifesting inner degradation, I approached the door, twisted the knob, and exited that melancholy environment.

In the fresh of the outside, with the dew drops tickling my bare skin, I felt dazed. I felt a lack of purpose, a dying motivation, the sudden lull of the soul and an abrupt heart-beat. I was unable to think anymore. Life had seemingly entered a comatose state, the nearest mine had come to death!

After a few moments went by, a realization set in. The guilt had spoken, and was now gone, pooffed into in-existence, all consumed up. The soul was cold already, the lull was not new. It was my body which was supposed to end this thread, to take the baton from the vanished guilt and run for the finish line. I could not give up now, not forever.

I then ordered my legs to move, and my heart to be strong, as I motivated my mind to prepare for the eventual peace.

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