Things change…

Many question arose in the years it takes to overcome pain. As cells in the body repair from the moment self went fuckin insane. As the answers will never be known of how another could purposely help the slow emotional suicide. Laughing and placing blame as if they weren’t the cause of the chaos allowed that reconfigured life. Giving new meaning to the heart’s desires that rely on a thought process way too stubborn to care. As living in the proof of everything changes is a truce from past and present. Leaving alone the friction that betrayed the sensitivities expose. Redefining what it’ll take if ever the moment shall propose bodies being more than groped. The curiosities are real enough to ponder in wonder of the deceitful acts that plagued a pure heart. As time heals the gathering of the absence in which cleanses worth of how someone somehow could forgot to do their part. When self stood up to be seen in ways the transparency was all there was. Making it obvious that the phase only lasted in it had to be claimed. Freeing the mindset to eventually get back to life. Walking away from every detail of the aftermath that said that luv is no longer alive…