Past? Present. Future?

Your past is a mystery,
and threatening.

Have you walked away from it?
Towards this path?

Shatters,
that's all i hear.
Everything else, the deafening sound of silence.


I feel insecure. (as if i wasn't for the entire time. Ugh.)
Why? I don't know. Or maybe i do, but i just won't admit.

A thin wall is still preventing any bursting.
But i doubt it's going to hold on any longer.

Is it really just me?
Argh.

Ever heard of the word: Loathe.
You'd probably won't understand.
Judgementalism.

What. How. Why.

Time.
I hope that's all you need.
I can't hold on much longer,
and there's probably all that i can give.

The breaking down of simpler substances,
it will happen soon.