This unknown, nameless spectrum is gone. This life choice I didn't chose. It was never noticed or recognized. He says he doesn't care, I say I don't care, but my heart speaks different. As much as I regret and remorse...
Am I addicted to regret? Is remorse my new love?
As I bleed, tears are tightened and put away for a rainy day. I look left and I see black clouds, I look right and there are grey skies. Where are you? Visualizations of our formatted future fades away. Viscosity is the new beat of my heart. Slurred words flow out of my mouth, flashbacks overplay in my mind, and the left side scribbles over due and never checked out thoughts.