Indecision is decision.
This is not fate vs. freewill. It never has been.
We’ve always had freewill, we are just to scared to use it.
Sometimes you just have to toughen up, but my skin bruises like a peach.
Why can’t I have the skin of an elephant, instead of the mind?
I want to forget.
I want to get lost in you; new, eyes set on the present. This is now.
But I’ll not contend with ghosts.