the.

the passively massive break down

i think.that whatever little that was left of me.is gone now.

just too much damage. irreparable. like

an infected foot,just too much bad blood and has to be cut off.

whatever is left of who i used to be.it's all gone now.

maybe you could stop writing good music

it's crazy how songs can make you think more than you really want to.

how they make you remember, how they make you relate, how they make you feel

lost and found all in one go.

distressing how it makes you more emotional than you want to be

and it's not a spiteful kind of pain,it's more of a heavy-aching.

if you remember how sorrow feels.how loss feels.

it feels heavy. it's a heavy sadness.

it's a side step when the music evokes unwarranted fears and wants.

maybe it's a good thing that there are so many badly written songs out there that don't make you feel anything.

maybe that's why they write songs as such.

it's so much easier to run away from what you truly feel

from the reality you have to face

it's just proof you haven't gotten over it.

no closure.no ending.no full stop.no conclusion.no last blank page at the end.

fairy dust.

sometimes, it's so difficult to let go of the memories, even after everything has unraveled.

at one point yu think you can just walk away from the wreckage.

in reality? you just can't.

but what's the use of holding onto something that was and isn't anymore?

maybe you will remember the good things and the person they used to be.

the person you knew them first as.

coming back to the present. it's too painful to think of how they are now.

"you are not my jpeg, you are more like a GIF-t to me.

-AC