on possession-

so many expectations. so many hearts in my hands; this power to break i do not long to possess. i should rather my words mean nothing in the weight of all that surrounds me than for them to encompass so much.

i just want to be- that’s it. but i guess it’s that old tale, that old truth: you can’t make your heart feel something it won’t. oh what a fickle heart i have. i’d give it all up just to see-

yeah, just to see.

but i will resolve to let go now while it’s possible. never easy, but now, possible.