I pass the changes in the turmoil of feeling, rocking stability of its foothold on reality. The Time it takes to think to map it all out in the mind, any opportunity is spurned. So to take a leaf out my own book, to practice what I preach, I must kick the habit of fear.
The rising, the rising of a fall. I don’t feel good at all. I hit the ground hard, life the thraed is falling apart.
You play with fire and you will get burnt. Life is but a lesson hard learnt. Dancing with flames, dicing with pain.
She knows me, knows me all too well. This is my living hell. Every frailty,every broken stitch in the seam.
I’ll be leaving, vacating the space I occupied ‘cos none of our feelings are related. No talking round, no coming to.