thinking back about the past, i do realise i've left many things incompleted. some of which are negligence on my own part, others are those that cannot be done.

even though it might seem calm and cosy now, the turbulence from then has still yet to subside. as much as i want to believe its all over, time and time again i am revisited by that haunting, creeping sensation.

its not over yet.

and even so, there seems to be no way for me to rid myself of that haunt. if the source of my problems was humanshaped, i'd rip of his arms and bitchslap himself with them before i drive his arms back into his body. but thats just metaphorical.

maybe its just my own selfish opinion, but i think i have to take further measures this time. its no longer as simple as waiting until the storm subsides.

there is debris where there is a storm. the debris signifies the mark of that storm.

yes the debris left uncleared, and its not going to clear itself. and now that i have time on my hands, its my turn to cast the dice. it has taken too long and way too much superficiality. the comfort zone now longer exists.

i will get my answers this time. my way.