You have no ideahow closely I wrappedmyself around your heart
Lypophreniaa vague feeling of sadnessseemingly without cause
Sunday rolls on steady searching beyond boundaries only to find calloused hands and once forgotten promises. The dryer goes off, something plays in the distant cusp of old memories.
Why will I alwayskeep on tryingin the hope of avoidingthe unavoidable,this time.