1 of 52: When The World Stops Turning- Rambling

When would the world stop spinning? Truth to be told, I am unsure as to what I should be writing. The part of me who still feels a depth of guilt and undeserving of kindness speaks volumes and yet, there is a portion fortified by a sense of duty that I can't break apart at the times that I would like. I still question if grenading personal relationship was worthwhile. The sense of relief people speak about, never came. It is rather obvious that the is a great sense of love regardless what we called it; we nailed the friendship part but failed on so many other aspects.