This must find its way to an end. Every week ... one step forward two steps back. One step forward two steps back. Anger. Regret. Confession. Anger. Regret. Confession ... But now ... I am done with back-walking. I really can not see anything else that could fuck this up. Nothing in my power. That was THEN and this is NOW! Past is past. It should not come back to haunt you. Now all the cards are on the table. All the dirty little secrets. All the things that nobody knows. Everything I've said, everything I've done. Every lie I lied, every truth I hid.
Only when exposed one can truly surrender! Everything goes to Hell anyway. So why the hell not? Expose yourself to this fire.It only hurts in the beginning. The next feeling is relief.
over and out ...
"... What if I sucked you to dry to fault and what if you let me? Would you become what I no longer wished to see? Empty core, obsidian. An iridescent red fire, strangling you.
And what if every dream you left behind was plausible? Then time would tear itself asunder, nasty wound. A splitting image, jagged members, dead too soon
What if you were not yourself, but bigger than...?
Then I would surely fall in love with you… again!"