[It was one of those things, willing as he was to destroy himself for what he felt had to be done,to keep hold of a concept that he was more than that. Or that anyone believed it no matter what he knew; how easy it would be to forget that the moment he was back home. Like none of this ever happened and whatever hope had sparked back would be
gone.
Maybe it would sticker easier one day, but that feeling. The determination he had to be nothing more than what choices he'd made when his hand was forced- Here was different.]
Yeah. [Something had healed there and had remained, all the same it had him analyzing what he'd done wrong. Then he ended up having his focus shifted and honed for war; an experiment and a global warβ] Even when there was no room for love, came in some other form.
no subject
gone.
Maybe it would sticker easier one day, but that feeling. The determination he had to be nothing more than what choices he'd made when his hand was forced- Here was different.]
Yeah. [Something had healed there and had remained, all the same it had him analyzing what he'd done wrong. Then he ended up having his focus shifted and honed for war; an experiment and a global warβ] Even when there was no room for love, came in some other form.
[Old and tired.]