denial, denial, denial. did we really do that? oh dear. 'no.'
reality? irrationality? heartbreak? do any of these things factor in when we choose our path?
questioning, forgetting, wondering. the only one which matters in the end is reality.
falling! straying! hurting! the situation will improve.
love. forgiveness. acceptance. just reach for the beckoning hand.

you're falling through the floor again, well it's nothing worth doing that over. believe me, with things such as what you saw written all over the walls, declare a state of total impossibility for the sky to suddenly come crashing down. i'd fly far away, on the whitest wings. broken hearts can and often will lead to resentment, but the death of an era just begins a new one. raise our voices, in a sign of hope, run through the fire, and quit waiting for an event of instant gratification and glory. if were such a close attachment, would it even be necessary to pose questions? it's simply a matter of injustice. let's just resolve this issue and make a decision; to be or not to be? 'tis it something worth crying over? to possess an amount of hatred equivalent to the fury of the rising sun or the crashing waves of the ocean against something is generally unnecessary. for what reason do the dearest ones not see just exactly what their 'everything' has triggered? oh, does it really matter? nothing. nothing more than a matter of endless reconciliation. what is responsible for this absence of truth?

[don't worry, i'm not trying to send some sort of cryptic message within the bolded words.]

...i'm falling along the way, the choices of yesterday don't really mean much anymore... now we won't forget that pretty scene. never. it excluded the placidity we'd always dreamed of. your animosity was simply over the top. and remains so... just say it in an illicit manner... never partake in those events again.