Release

I should really explain my actions personally but it would only drag up old wounds, not going to happen.

It was like an acrid smoke, clogging and choking at my lungs, the stench of recriminations and bile giving me no room to breathe. No let up, no grace in manner, no bow of the head to say it's done, finished. Rehashed, again and again.

I went, simple as that.

But I missed you, simple as that.

So I returned.

Simple.

As.

That.


I promised you once I would stay to the end, I shall try, I really shall.

Don't break me in the process, ' kay?

Not the time to speak, just inhale.

Hmmm?

Only one person holds the scissors and she's not going to cut it, are you? ;)


Is this refering to you, my little friend?

Both doors open.

Out with the old, in with the new.


Let's get the celebration going first, then focus, where to go , what to do.

Times they are a changing, aren't they Bob.