Sometimes I'd like to give a step forward without second thoughts. Without doubts.
I want to make decisions without thinking about the problem in an almost compulsive way.
But I know that I won't do that. I want it, I really want it, badly, but I'm sure that won't happen.
Because I do have wounds. Some that haven't turn into scars. Yet. Wounds, scars.. that doesn't matter. I have them. More than it's supposed to.
And what they do to me? They keep remembering me past situations.
They remember how careful I should be sometimes and that being a good person isn't always the best for me.
Yes, I do have wounds. Hesitation wounds. Those that make me think nonstop.