Were you worried? Were you ever even concerned how it looked, or even played out in front of everyone? I didn't think it did. Selfish, domineering, ridiculous isn't it...
There's no time left to put the pieces together again. Too bad. The restless treasures are buried and rotting, the listless body of speech is simmered to perfection. Were you ever concerned about the loss of mind? The willing comfort of no control? I was. I was ready for these little things coming to fruition. Like in a dream foretold by time again and again. The torture. The waiting over because the cold wind said so.