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The cell.

You know, the worst part about having commitment issues is not that you always feel disconnected when it comes to maintaining a long term relationship. It is not that you care less or hold your emotions for fear of getting hurt. In fact, It is the irony of being so anchored not to people but to things. We fear change so much that we became imprisoned by our own past. And inside that cell with the peeled paint and the writings we have left all over the walls, we are compelled to make it home, to pretend that life doesn't exist beyond the bars. 
Like I remember the other day when my sister lost my pen and she bought me a new one; the same color, type and everything. I became so angry and frustrated and everybody blamed me for it. Because for me, It was not just a stupid little pen. That pen held memories; every diary, every smile, every mental breakdown, every panic attack I had for the past 3 or 4 months of my life. For better or worse, It was part of me that cannot be replaced by an object deprived of all these memories it's supposed to have. 
But change doesn't always mean we stop making memories. It's an opportunity to make new ones. Ones that are not captivated in the things aroud us but buried deep in our hearts to remind us of the past and yet let us move on.

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