Too good to be true
It's not a matter of reliabilty anymore. It's more an issue of accountability. The prized package that wrapped itself in gold and timber was merely a facade of rocks and ash wrapped up in pleasant, pretty packages.
Fragile boxes, tearing at the seams. One bad poke and it reverts to a state of panic and self preservation forgetting alliances and ideals.
I don't feel like I should lay blame and waste to those that have added bits of the inopportune in my life.
But I do believe it is time that I broke away from those that hurt me the most.
I'll come back bearing gifts.
In the meantime.
I need to take shelter from the bombs bursting above.
Fragile boxes, tearing at the seams. One bad poke and it reverts to a state of panic and self preservation forgetting alliances and ideals.
I don't feel like I should lay blame and waste to those that have added bits of the inopportune in my life.
But I do believe it is time that I broke away from those that hurt me the most.
I'll come back bearing gifts.
In the meantime.
I need to take shelter from the bombs bursting above.