sometimes

let's talk about the balance of it:
who we are and who we aren't,

what we remember
what we don't remember
(what we won't remember.)

i have stories to tell, it seems i have a lot of them: just no order in which to tell them and a confusing jumble around mediums.

distraction, melodrama, despair

other things that can never be resolved:
the desire for resolution, for instance.
a name for the unnameable.
(what would have happened, if)

are you happy?
maybe i could release it, if i knew you were.
more likely it'd just be another kind of hell.