It is easy to understand that there have been things wrong. It had to change.
I had to change. I did.
It is obvious now. The worst is here and I cannot move away from its heavy pull.
I cannot believe how light, how free. Bright sparks fly from my brain and shoot out as stars into the night sky, as I pace toward the place you are.
Each face holds its lies and I would swing, trip, hold down and kick. The anger in me.
Overtaken by the simple beauty of the lights of the city dancing over the river as I cross the bridge. Oranges and golden cream elongated over currents.
I know it cannot work. I know that two can connect, but never in permanence. I would not want it anyway. I always destroy what I need to keep.
I am wrong, right, decided, ambiguous, loving, hating.
At least that is clear.