It’s the kind of thing that happens a lot more often than one would think. You assume you are done with someone, you pull apart, you scream at each other, you hate each other…But there is always that pull that brings you together in a violent type whirl wind and you spin around, repeating words, phrases, behaviors…
& honestly, you don’t understand it. Perhaps you weren’t meant to. We fall into a habit, a ritual of despair and you can’t quite get a nice grasp onto reality anymore. You don’t know who is lying. You eventually do everything with a numbness that starts in your chest and spreads–like a disease. Your brain screams for you to stop, your common sense pounding on doors, trying to get to you. You ignore it, like the pain that is becoming less and less noticeable.
I understand, I understand, I understand…
It’s a broken record, really. The things you do. Wake up, get ready for the day, exist. Existing seems kind of silly, now that you don’t really think about the things you do.
Repeat, repeat, repeat…
Days turn into weeks, weeks into months, months into years, and years into your grave. Was it worth it? Living the same day over and over again?
I know my future, I see it everyday. I see it well…Five years from now, I’ll drive in silence with an equally silent partner…Because we’ll both realize–You shouldn’t waste your breath for words you’ll want to take back later.
