My own stability fragile,
frail like flower petals.
Simple things break me, and I never recover. I learn to move on, but hold on to memory, an iron clasp, on each and every scene, reflecting in though, so deep, each memory.
Looking back, nothing I'd change. Looking back, it stays the same. You lose more hope, as days pass by, and lose yourself finding security.
Observation proves theory, misery loves company, and the whole ship sinks. Observation proves theory, people dont change, they all stay the same, with only a new age.
Exposure to illness, like atomic bombs, you're torn apart and never forget, the feeling, the pain, the sorrow, the waves of inadequate thought, you never forget. You hold on, to each piece, from that movie scene, embedded in your mind, losing track of life, losing track of time.