Interlude

This prose is called “Interlude”, and it is a self-loving piece. I wrote this with the purpose to connect with myself on a deeper level, in order for me to release unwanted energy given by others for the sake of my own sanity.

Growing still, became overbearing. In lack of its due diligence wasn’t brought to anyone’s abrasions caused a coping mechanism. She faced no mercy upon the neglecting. But grew fond in the rejection that was given spoon-fed into rare affection. Manifesting into its own toxicity, which then led to Gunsmoke. Two bodies become compressed; someone is bound to be laid to rest through the crossfire. Never imagined it would be her outer existence condemning one’s past self in order to revive its present. Here lies countless disappointments. Where one too many times have crossed the lines swallowing her own pride to accept the unnecessary of your actions. Washing the wounded, soon ended battered and bruised from uplifting. Scattering, to find shelter through it all. Years of accepting an emptier glass. Lies a mistake that was made by an ally who then chose to rely on the colourful minds to which led to be filled in hatred pointed at the end of each hollowed clip.