Levels

this is like a flashback. You’re unintended woes has yet again besieged the bare air that i breathe. Why, oh why? Do you keep me, playing me for a 10 year old.

Uncanny as it may sound, as incoherent as I may be. There are things, that are forgivable, there are things that are remembered.

The stillness, the cold, the ever regurgitating feeling. You shouldn’t know, yet you should.

It’s time to know.