Never

There in the in between, you caught me. Yet again, I am at a loss of options. I wish to have some hold over this like it has its hold on me. It is my never ending struggle. I thought I have gone past it. But no. I failed. For the nth time. But I don't bother myself with it too much. I just go with it. I float. I come and go. I flutter back and forth. I fail to move on to better things. Much like a butterfly stuck on one garden, not knowing that the garden next door boasts of much sweeter and wonderful delights. But I don't miss the world for this. It has its hold on my heart---or part of it. But never on me, wholly. Just a little part I gave.