I find myself standing in a pool of my own making. The revelation is that all of my best relationships in life have been based on a fight. There are few, if any, I would burn in hell for that I haven’t dragged through the torment that is my mind, and vice versa. I stare to my left and I miss the one person who hit me harder than anyone ever will. He made me open Pandora’s box and I wouldn’t give it back for all the contentment in the world, but now I stand here with a suit and no knowledge how to use it. If I could only keep the course to fall on my face. Someone is bound to walk in and fuck it all up and I’ll want to hit them harder than I have ever wanted to hit anyone. But I won’t. I will do what I must, waiting for what I need.