Hap

In the middle of nowhere… the middle of the year… uneventful, boring… as it should’ve been… the previous eighteen…

I see triple c, white on my screen… I am much closer to the end as I was at the beginning… But at this point when I am supposed to be made… I am bent and forced to do begging.

At the peak of my powers… Comedic the theme… Cosmetic the changes… Manic extreme…

I am missing moments… I am missing pieces… I cut willfully… Breaking in… Then I was told it was her letting me… Go

The villainy can never be as evil as a patient revenge… poisoning you little by little… The present left no trail… disconnected to the past… Them blurry and forgotten.

Such is the life we lead… Or the life I was led in… Haplessly.