Stagnation

Nothing grows there

Nothing grows from stagnation.

Comfortability gives a false sense of hope, and I find it difficult to let go of that feeling.

Those places have shielded me from the negativity of the world.

Now, how can I leave them behind?

You’re asking for my trust, but what if you disappoint me like the others?

It’s hard to trust you when you can’t hear me sometimes.

Deep down, I have a feeling that you are the right path, but this place is preventing me from exploring that.

Perhaps one day I will find the determination to seek you, but then I worry, what if that one day comes too late?