or why it is,
about how the rain never fails
to bring up unecessary shit to the surface.
it's been pretty fucking difficult,
trying not to punch holes in the ground.
while at the same time,
not letting myself succumb to,
the temptation of breaking down.
you could say it's mostly bittersweet thoughts
caused by the very image of you.
but i would just be digging the hole deeper
if i didn't say that,
you're only a small part of the actual pain.
through and through,
there's no easy way out.
there's no escaping you.
