never wandered too far from those roots.
what more can we hope for.
when do we cease to try.
if we’re all equally unsure.
how many more tears then, can we dry.
a cynical heart was once a heart that cared too much.
saw it all as if from above.
floating between two blurred landscapes.
two opposing entities co-existed in that same space.
in series or in parellel?
what’s next in this sequence?
i remember it now, it takes me back to when it all first started
but i’ve only got myself to blame for it and i accept it now
it’s time to let it go, go out and start again
but it’s not that easy.
conversation got me here. 