to float and yet have a part that holds you back.
the heavy bit, the ugly bits...the insignificance of it all and yet, the scar remains. it would be so much easier to just accept it as *the script*, good or bad, uncomfortable or peachy.
what is can't be undone...what's lost is gone forever but what stays is stronger.
it really doesnt matter...it is worthless but it still matters. memories and bonds which will endure through all dimensions...atleast as long as I am.
but the scar remains. it could have been better. it could have been more seamless. but this is the script I...we got. live with it and improvise.