Life and Me

I am eluding from the reality that will soon be etched in my mind.

Can I hold it off a little longer?

Perhaps my perception may change someday.

But is it really wrong right now?

I can't help but muse

If my hesitation is rooted in fear of what I might ascertain about myself.

Or in something wholly different?

I never had pleasant reminisces.

I am scared of confronting something more horrendous.

Perchance somethings are meant to be left asunder.

But on the contrary, 

I am afraid of losing a fragment of myself.

I never had choices.

Today I have one, but I don't know what should I choose.