"There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind”.

Attachment.
How does it happen like that?
Staying put?
Never sacrificing the most unsacrificable?
Day in and out, little adventures, maybe, but never grand movement.
I feel so alone and apart from it all,
as though I had peered too long into the abyss.
And it finally peered back.
I am always feeling gone again.

-Sid