What about the others? What about you? Yes, I mean you. Is the silence really that comforting? Is decadence really the only way? I don't know the answers, and very few actually do. But know that even though nothing can be undone and not everything can be fixed, there is always a path which leads to freedom. The questions is, are you on it? And if you realise that you aren't, why still pursue it?
I take a knife and start cutting. I begin with casual acquaitances, followed by situational friends. The real ones take longer to cut through, but in the end only blood remains. Then I stumble upon her, who I decided to banish not so long ago. I lay the knife right at the core of the string, but then I pause. I can't do it, still after all this time, I can't. The tie remains, as I always knew it would...
