So…

I didn’t get it. And I’ve probably lost the other thing completely now. Not ‘realized’ I’ve lost it, implying I lost it a long time ago, but yeah.
What does that bode?
I don’t know. There’s plenty others. I hope. I just realized that could apply to both. Then again, one might just be irreplaceable. Human beings are all different, after all
And right now I’m feeling more depressed for a friend than myself.

Can’t make promises, or oaths. Always break them.

It’s not like I can’t do it.

Anyway.

I’m going to come out of all this bare. That hurts.

Fuck. Power levelling time.

Potentialities

The sound of that angry thought echoes
Deep in paisley rooms
All who enter hastily leave
That threatening, tangled loom
Of arguments unfought in lovers’ haste
And wars of words unsaid;
Appointments made, forever late
Of dreaded Mondays, dead -
The guttering spark, a curt remark
Flashed out in an icy gust
Through darkened kitchens and day-long baths
We see potential pasts.
Uninvited guests, to call
With broken bells that never rang
The worst pasts now come to pass
Like hanged men now unhanged.