A Passing Thought
A passing thought... maybe I just broke it off because I knew that I was going to self destruct... and I didn’t want to bring you with me. Maybe I pushed you away because you were pushing me away..maybe you knew that I was trying to set fire to myself like lighting old film on fire and you knew that once that happened, I’d burn quickly, there would be no trying to blow it out with only mildly burnt edges, you probably knew that the proper way to say goodbye would be to blow me into the wind, letting it take me wherever. Maybe I really just wanted to end it all so this way I could feel something, but I don’t. I feel even less than before. I know that you knew... you just never said anything. We just pretended to play house when the house we played in was falling away until it finally crushed us. That’s really what I think is what happened. There was no way to fix the walls, we merely put a band-aid on them like our mothers put band-aids on our skinned knees when we fell down... but it really just wasn’t enough.
