Everything I once thought I knew was a thing I - in some way, would hail to. Each vulnerability revealing itself through me when words would taper... and they'd falter, time and time again. Written in so vaguely, as if honesty could be a sin. So games exchange, and no one is winning. No champions exist if all feel regret, towards one thing or another. And maybe I was sorry for a while... sorry for myself, and sorry for my own denial.
      Like a corn maze when I was so much younger than I could imagine to think as now; lost for words and alone by choice. Where paths intercept and end to lead to nowhere, I can knock down the stalks and push out of the boundaries pre-set to confuse our small minds. I keep searching through the monochrome waves, and I still can't construct the strength through unknowns to find my way out through a pre-set opening.
     When the warmth shifts into cool memories, sometimes we're able to forget what it was that stapled these seconds together. Like a hallway stretching to the exit, so often I breeze by without remembering what it was I hated so much about this mindset in the first place. This place wasn't the first when I stopped and thought - thought maybe this could be the right place, and the wrong time. Or the wrong way to see the time passing. Another year, and another year again pushing space between the gap where two similar entities once hung so hopelessly; writing with vigor at such a close proximity, never to be reached no matter how much of a fantasy.
     When I have the time to slow to a stop, it's easy to notice why I'd never pulled the staples apart at all. You were never worth the satisfaction of knowing what might have been.