You know what, I get it.


I get why you felt that way.
I get why you acted that way.
I get why you just felt you couldn't look at me any more.


Though somewhere along the lines I'd like to think I'm different. That somehow, despite all the hypo-criticism, I can see the line between here and the demise of the world we knew, and stop all the madness.


 I guess though, that would require the will to act, something which I can't bring myself to have right now.






H.