scars to prove it

If this could not fall to bad timing, or our own malfunctions, wouldn't that be the proper ends? For all my careful planning, I cannot see past my own misplaced musings. Even these reassuring thoughts are surely over-saturation, when patience must mean moving on. Her constant influence has always been surprise. Still she shakes me with so much sense to trump my emotional enchantment. Maybe writing this down will tell me that I am in no place to make my claims. I am as fucked in the head as the rest of us.