sometimes you have to let go of the things that strangle u. like a blessing in disguse. looking foward to the future. instead of looking back at wat was, and wat was never there. it was a burden. no matter how hard you tried, it was never enough. the looks on there faces, the punishment i felt. its like a heavy load off my shoulders. a sweet kiss of death. working backwards from death to kiss. where there is no bittness. where there is no prejudice. we can just analysis. we can just hypothesis. we can dream of better things. something more meaningful. like a underline truth in all this. cuz in the end its all his.