overall, experience of ordinary and blatant sadness was an outlet of disconjoined thoughts.
some sort of wall put up against a garden of insecurity, vaguely jumping at the opportunity of embittered troubles.
maybe if you can’t see the stars you’ll finally understand what its like to lose your way and utilize the forgiveness that was once embraced.
more or less like the birds that stayed during the winter and forgot the weight of their bodies.  
nothing can bear it.
you are not an open wound and the stale taste you experience is not the taste of bad blood.  
this is about you walking away with darkness in your voice.
realizing that perhaps there was nothing more terrifying than the thought of something lurking in the shadows,
and in speculation,
there was never anything there.