#003

I felt like the only one who thought something was wrong. You was just one highlighted example of these fissures that lead out into my open pain. Don't catch me incorrect, you wasn't a problem at all just a light that illuminated it in me.

It was tough to deal with, and I don't mean for me to deal with, because for a couple of years now it had forced itself to be clear in my mind. There was no doubt that it was invited but now had taken up a huge amount of my time. It is now what I wake up thinking about and it easily puts me to sleep at night.

It was crystal clear. Matter of fact I miss the ambiguity a little, because it was this fucked up lullaby that I warmed myself with. The distraction was my entertainment. But here I stand clear. For what? Other than to make you upset? To send you packing, because inconclusiveness remains your friend, your confidant, your lover.

Me the drunk who has sobered up and waits on the train somewhere and you who just takes it anywhere. Anywhere away from me, anywhere away from yourself. But don't worry it is my problem. I have become calm and clear. I'm sorry.