It is not a great feeling to see bridges burn for no particular reason other than the inability to display sincerity and proper precision in due time. But, what I’m glad is the severe consequences that come knocking immediately at my door as if a voodoo doll’s been brutally chopped with extreme passion.
The repercussions are long-term, like how blowing a scared
candle crooked my bone structure; how stealing came with a hefty hospital bill;
like how snide remarks brought along permanent trembling to the core of my innocence.
There are still more to come, obviously.
The thing is, I considered myself very lucky,
to have the luxury of sleep when day by day, my careless actions are served
back to me on a silver platter to be choked on. I’m grateful that instead of
haunting in my dreams, they always come back ten folds of the damage I had
caused, and I’m happy that I get the chance to pay them back. Not with
apologies, but with my life.