I felt my heart thump heavily, my forehead was soon drenched with dripping sweat—trickling down my unkempt short beard, that had grown, unruly; I wiped the sweat that dripped down into my brows from the hidden 'm'-shaped hairline, four fingers deep.
I forcibly calmed my mind.....
I was more anxious than afraid—if I stepped out of this space, I'd have to face a new start—.
Fuck, I'd rather be monotonous and lifeless!
Yeah, I want to change....
I don't like the one I was minutes before, but I am scared!
It wasn't that I didn't like my lifeless lifestyle, I was carefree without a damn concern or responsibility, why would I hate it?
I was just confused about my life which felt without purpose.
I want to change for the better, but I didn't know if it was worth it.....
What if things turn out for the worse though?
Yeah, ever thought of that?
Like this?
