Coerced

Thinking about how I always manage to bump into him now, wasn't purely because of coincident. One could almost say that I warrant the slip. I was once trapped in my perfectism that I'd have been contented to fade into the background, as things drift past me. Moments come and go, and I'm still here. Life revolving around my love ones, disregarding the future. I refused to be penalised for isolation and unability to socialize, when it comes to human contact. Not until I realised the exigency, my grasp was no longer requisite. I see my position, bare. Just a few small fry that hinders operations. There're just too many gaps I've yet to fill in, and the past of me that demands perfection just stubbornly refuses to trudge on.

Instead of waxing lyrical about life, shouldn't I look in the eye and just live?