It was the pavements we used to walk on;
the single freaking reason why we try to bury ourselves into piles upon piles and hundreds, among thousands, of reasons why we need to go on. We always try to punch ourselves in the gut just to feel the pain for us not to look back and walk back. We always try to find excuses to be somebody else. In the end, it does not even matter if we like ourselves or not because perception, and judgment, is not in our hands. It is in the hands of someone else.
A/N: The original unedited version of the piece above appeared on my personal instagram on