Done

Never took much, Done, is what was said. Never took enough, prey, although I never seen it work ever before but amen. My ego spread across these papers visible for all of you to see. My shadow, so freaking tired of hiding, but it's out now, no more residing. Choices always made of options meant to mislead, left or right, which way am I going, I'm just not sure, nothing is ever clear. Unsure of most of the works, but I'm feeling my way out of the dark. I'm so afraid of the hurts, too burnt out on being stung by the same bees, the stringer comes out fast, it almost never ever lasts, and that's the worst guarantee. But this too shall pass, I'm sure of it now. The patterns eventually fall back into the original spaces that formed, but I'll be in the mix of your past soon enough, you won't remember a thing but my lashing out and youll forget the good, whatever is easier for you.