Mistake.
A miss taken.
A misstep taken.
A misstep is all it takes.
A misstep takes it all.
Take a misstep, all breaks.
A misstep is all it takes to break.
A misstep is all it takes to break your spirit.

Do you know the feeling
of adding onto a mistake?
Switching, twisting, making it more appealing,
but no matter what you make,
what it used to be leaves an imprint on the paper.
Black on white.
Wrong on right.

Don’t you wish it wasn’t so?

But you can’t delete your save data, like in some game.
You can’t just start over, blank slate, new avatar, new name.
The system will never forget;
On that, you can place your bet.
And in case you’re wondering why...

Regret.

Like a whirlpool out of control,
like a rampant snowball,
runaway, amassing all
intrusive memories it can gather,
moments and details you would rather
forget, but the fact that you remember makes you madder!
And it is as such with all matter.

Mistakes leave a stain
on your brain.
Wipe the muck?
No such luck.
Because that’s not how the world works, you see?
The way of the universe is entropy.

The walls cave, whilst the ground seems to grow.
Enough room for a hundred men,
yet with no air to breathe.

I glance around at all the space i so desperately desired,
coming to terms with the idea that the more, in fact,
does not imply the merrier.
One can be given water the width of an ocean,
yet only have the shallowest of waters

The tide is low whilst the sun takes its routine leave.
Crisp air surrounds what once was so warm,
deceitfully sheltering away my everything.

The countdown begins,
as i await for the worst of it to be over.
Patience is my comfort, for anything else would elongate the absence.