Patterns
I find myself going around and around the same patterns of life the same patterns of love thinking this time it‘s different ending up in the same miserable pattern of mine. Only thing I need a good old letting letting out letting go letting myself fall in and out. The same pattern every time The same person in different disguise but in the core it‘s the same misery it's the same torture. Priorities I should make them mine I should make mine me I should put mine in front and stop giving stop caring just stop. Decisions took a lot of courage. One big move to let everything out but with everything there goes every bit of you. Can‘t even let it out anymore Otherwise can‘t stop It‘ll all flow out it‘ll all flood everything I build everything I try to keep standing everything I have everything of me every little part will just flow out until there‘s nothing left. Or is there something left? Don‘t know what‘s right anymore just know everything‘s wrong and in every move ...