Strange

Isn't it strange how everything around us carries the weight of inevitable end?

Isn't it strange how we fumble for ways to cope, yet none of them truly suffice?

Isn't it strange how distractions can never fill the spaces left behind?

 It'll catch up to you.

Isn't it strange how we grasp the value of something once its slipped away?

Isn't it strange how the past feels more alive when we retreat into our own mind?

Isn't it strange how I choose to confront it all only now?

Isn't it strange how I stayed silent when I should've fought back?

Isn't it strange how you always get what you wished for, only to regret it all in the end? 

strangest part of it all - it was my fear come true dressed as inevitability.