A War in My Mind

I still do. 

I wonder how things can drastically change after waking up everyday thinking that you had within your reach something you were so sure about - something that was most probably the most stable truth you can keep coming back to. 

I crave for answers, but in the process, the questions only continue to multiply like an epidemic. If I could just mentally undo you, I swear. I'll be the most productive person in the world. Then I would not have to wonder about you and how you are. I hate that I think about you in that sense. I hate that I think about you to begin with.