It's been more than one month since I stopped writing. Stuck. The brain stopped processing, I made it stop, to be honest. The intention to protect myself from anything which might harm the feeling of mine caused me to stop thinking since that failure. I float on the flow of time. After all, I am someone that rarely rejected or failed. It was a big shock. I transformed to a useless robot with an empty mind.
Fight or flight. Two options, two choices. I always try to pick the subsequent preference, whilst am fully conscious that running is not the best one. It is relieving, yet you have to avoid several people to protect your "secure" feeling, isn't it? The flight may set your mind at ease, however, you have to reconsider your action. It will never solve the issue, yet give you additional time. On the other words, the problem will never be settled since running will only postpone it for a while.