It turns out its better to let go than to hold onto things so tightly like a vice only to realise that suffocation and protection are one and the same. Youth brings nothing but pain and dreams crash and burn before taking off. You look inside and all you see is hollow, halo, hello, goodbye. The steel blade glints menacingly, a promise, both broken and anticipating. Papers crushed, mind emptied. Giving up can mean liberation, or it can mean the haunting begins a new. You wash your hands, scrubbed raw. The ink stains but it’s fading away. Angry red lines paint the inside of your palms throbbing from the ghost of the weight. Swelling, rising, missing but also ready to heal. But will it ever? The blade comes back, often enough. Its time to sharpen and slice it way. You did it all wrong, they’re making you pay. Now you’re on the outside, but do you want in? Or would you never look back,wipe it all clean. But it doesn’t matter, the past is tainted. Your smile is gone, for so long it never existed.
// No more beginnings, only endings. Some last forever, some are gone the quickest.//
Refuge Of The Mind 