I can feel it now, I'm on the verge of something else.
Build up inside, pressure mounting pushing love outside.
I feel like a swirling storm, tossed to and fro.
an open wind on one thousand seas collecting the discontentment of one thousand
sailors and their burdens of unease.
a fervant tide of ebb and flow, a slowly sinking ship, helm destroyed by
unumbered wars.
wars of attrition and wars of masochistic fights.
battles of anger, battles of hurt and pride.
the ground still being held by what constitutes right,
no understanding or even a hint of light.
time only tells what times allows
you only forget when you let it go