anguish..

Hurt though she is, she wonders if it is worth risking it..

admonish..

You see/ read something and you get so inspired and awed.
And then suddenly you begin to lose interest; you fail to see the magic you saw earlier. You begin to wonder what it was that you saw in it that drew you to it.

And you hate yourself for doing this to the piece/ picture, and more so because the injustice you did to it. You took what you wanted from it, when you needed it and then left it like it meant nothing.

It seems so unfair and yet you cannot fake it, you have to let go when you have to..

fury..

Even anger can take you places..

please..

Hoping that it will work itself out..

partial..

Some things are better left incomplete..

susceptible..

At times, even incomplete things make more sense than perfect ones..

hollow..

It is getting more meaningless by the day and worse by the night..
You just go through the motions to complete the cycle and bring things to a closure.