Old things some afloat.
Because they weren't gone, just buried deep underneath lies & fears & pride &what not.
Rekindle, maybe you call.
Doors left ajar to had habits.
It's not good because I've aged.
& my new age might not be able to take my old habit.

Then old things,
they age too.
An irreversible reaction.
It's like you can't un bleed, un say, un do, un know.
There's no same. Only almost and different.



Pray I get well tomorrow.