It’s difficult to imagine yourself finding solace in the arms of another person when it’s that person who is making you feel like burying yourself in their arms.
It’s very confusing.
Others can forgive you for the things you’ve done but I don’t think you ever really forgive yourself. I think that’s the notion of Hell. Being unable to escape from yourself.
My biggest fear is my life flashing before my eyes just before I die. Because the last speck of energy in my brain will be spent on causing the rest of me pain from regret.
A torrent of reflection, and I will literally drown in my own sorrows.
