WW3

How do you stop the words from spilling out?
Sew your lips shut.

Lucky you,
you're witnessing World War Three.

But it doesn't bode well,
when both sides are me.

Escape.

Actions reverberate for so much longer than you would think possible.
Sure each chapter is separate from the one before, the one after it.
Change is the only constant.
But the chapters make up a story,
and my beginning is undoubtedly affecting my end.

How long does the past reflect back for?
I'm tired of having to blame my actions on mistakes I or someone else made in the autumn of my life.

And just how the tree that was cut down in anger in winter,
lacking leaves and therefore believed useless,
is missed in summer...

I'm missing.

Regurgitate.

I have things to write
But I don't know what to say.
Straight from my mind and onto this page.

I have things in my heart that I'm trying to suffocate.
I'm slipping back into my old ways.

Everything is temporary.

Reassure yourself.

Everything is temporary.