When one is wartorn the only vision that remains is whats left from the scorn. Time may pass & feelings may be reborn but in history it becomes rooted as a period to mourn. Not for the loss but for the endurance of it all sacrificing respect & more.
Feeling torn between the time spent, struts built, & bridges crossed acknowledging all the adversity was for is now lost. Because the time cannot be reclaimed & I lost my way the things I use to love doing is now everything I want to toss away. Whether it's love, hatred, or insane all the things I enjoyed before & after no longer affect me in any way.
So I walk this path alone on my own because I have no feeling of ease or a place to call home. What I want seems irrelevant the universe makes it appear so. Journey my journey is surviving whats left of this hell hole until the end or I am full circle with someone & built a home.