My gut wrenches and turns like an old oak tree. And for a moment, I thought we were all only bound by the ribbon we tied from the beginning. But then it's cut loose and we're free. Maybe sometimes because of a loss or maybe sometimes it's because you decided to cut it loose. Whatever your actions, it's loose. And we fall down into a pit of slumber where our sleepless actions can only be held accountable for the things we've never done awake. And I thought it sounded magical. Being pulled into a dreamland of insomnia and depression. But then I found out there was nothing underneath this structure I called a body. So I cut it loose and made friends with a fake mirage of happiness. He cuts me open and forces isolation upon my body. And maybe one day I'll understand the difference between manipulation and judicious behavior. But I guess I'm just not that perceptive. Until then, I'll just let him tie himself around me until I choke. Or at least until I learn to cut him loose. I would hope for the latter.