And the sad thing is…I know I’ll look for you in everyone else.
Can we go back to the start?
Before everything fell apart.
Before I pushed the boundaries that still weren’t strong enough to hold
from the pressure of being formed
I see myself,
this hurricane of destruction coming at a distance,
already spinning,
in an effort to get you to fight to hold on to a hand that you haven’t yet clasped.
Walls can crumble,
mistakes washed away with the floods pouring from my eyes.
Can we turn back time?
I’ll try harder to see through my own minds lies.
I’m sorry. Rewind. Take us back to the start.
