If ever you feel disheartened by the color deficiency here, please don't be troubled. It's really exploding from our veins. We may lose control of the moment, but this new trend of indifference won't last forever. The moment I say this I know I'll regret it. This time, I'm going to keep it all to myself. With no hesitation, I can destroy everything I'm building. Like flipping a switch, I can turn myself off and become nothing to you. I can ruin you before you ruin me. Disquieted borderline behavior resonates. This is my only illusion.
In all honesty, I can endure anything. I can forgive so easily as to make it seem there were never a mistake that needed forgiving. We are all broken pieces, simply looking to restore our innocence. I could restore yours quite effortlessly. It's all a plea for purging. In essence, my mind believes that eventually you will come to see what is really underneath, and bemoan the day you chose this.
Is this the truth, or only superficial mendacity? In all truth, I cannot be false. Not to be confused, I am most definitely capable of being wrong; but no, never false. I am regrettably unexplainable. You could stab my heart a million times, and I would still smile and lick up the blood. Yet, I fear causing pain in another so deeply that I refrain from all motion as if one touch will shatter everything.
I'm losing.
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