His toxicity matched mine. We were both killing each other at the same damn time, just as slowly as the other. And ironically, that made life worthwhile. With him gone, the toxins are sure out of my life, but in some weird twisted way, those toxins were just as important for my existence as oxygen is.


Stop, rest, turn.

Sometimes in life, you’ve to stop for a while, not because it’s a dead-end, but to accept that maybe all this while you’ve been walking on the wrong path and maybe, just maybe, it’s time to rest for a while and turn around.