Although it is the right thing to look past mistakes. There are some thing one can never forgive, or remember as a time where there was no connection. Not a trace in the sound, not a feeling unbound, and a tempered anger that makes your heart skip a beat. Not the way as when you met, but as if a heart attack is imminent. A measure of me is failing and I will sleep not; wailing winds inside me are tearing through the bark and oh how it hurts.
I really am trying and a lot is not working. |