On keeping your eyes closed

It's not as complicated as it sounds.. it's almost simple and it's easy to get used to. Like burgers and junk food. Every time you give your word and break it, everytime you run away from your work knowing sometime or later you'll have to do it and still try to escape.. geez.. it tears something inside. Something like confidence and self-respect. And it hurts.

I can't tell you how bad it hurts. Or how little.. it depends on whether or not and if you do, how long you choose to ponder on your question about your morality. It's like a choice of walking through a forest with your eyes closed, and as long as they are closed for some reason your step keeps falling right.. and you can easily neglect the eerie feeling of a ghost behind your back. But sometime during the journey you will stumble upon a root or a weed and would involuntarily have to open your eyes. It is then that your back starts prickling with fear. Of dull empty sadness and a disappointment in yourself.