Let me flow.
No, not this time again.
Letmeflow.Letmeflow.Letmeflow.Letmeflow.Letmeflow.
I won't even name the river. I won't challenge the current.
Just let me flow.

But.

No verse, this drama will meander into a less exaggerated silence. Like a backseat that was always a backseat and never contested to be important.


Are you blind? Do you not realize that the drama has unfolded already?

Let me flow. What is natural cannot be wrong, can it? I shall cease to pay heed to everything that could be potentially disastrous.


You fickle, fickle, fool. A mistake the hundredth time over is not longer a mistake. It's a mark of a disease.

How do we know it's a mistake? I choose to flow through tunnels of rocky, icy barriers to reach a warm fire. I choose.

Let me flow.

Let me exit this conversation, I cannot fight for a lost cause. Convincing conviction against action is not an easy job. Let your rocky channels not scar you yet again, this time leaving a permanent bloody mark.

Don't stop wanting to hold my hand just because you can't see it anymore?

I'm aware I provided you warmth, atleast I tried. But you made me a fire. A nice little slow burning fire that took it's time to warm everything around it. Like a smile that takes it's time to make it's way from amusement, glee and finally happiness.

Problem is, now I can't stand the cold.

Weak
Easily intimidated
Seasonally judgmental
Selfish
incapable of being Righteous
Easily swayed
Over-analytical
Confused
Indecisive
Presumptuous
Negative

I wonder how many more relationships will slip away from my hands before I can officially call this a crisis?