changing a flat

it really never ends this endless circular path which we tread. we lose some and drag the rest, trailing after as the remnants of precursor memory that is worn at the edges. the type of frayed hemming which indicates a well loved article of clothing which we cannot bear to let go. the comfort and the memory of comfort is too much, so we hold on to what we know, remember and love.

regret truly is a miserable creature that festers with poor company. stews vile toxicity and pours it upon everything your mind's eye glances. like a jealous lover or bitter preacher, it spreads ill humour and slowly poisons the world around you. steals the colours out of your dreams, and the laughter of youth.

let life be surprizingly dull and chaotic. it will always be what it is. let go.