i couldn't leave, even when i left myself.
if things are allowed to be, then suppose i will.
though not so much "properly" concluded, as sloppily precluded from a normalcy that once was, surprisingly, this justified decision has me ill at ease. if it were any other, the task at hand would be snappy and through before you could say, "adios," but, alas. all too often the most difficulty lies between distinguishing desires and needs, of which i've much grown weary to even think twice before this deed. candidly, i declare having no single desire for this, while fearing a need must be the case. then here am i perplexed with the question of, "what need?" hand-in-hand with "for?" and "why?" trailing not far behind.
i tried to lend myself my ear, but all i could hear was my own silence. i tried to take a gander, although my eyes insist on being closed. i tried to project my voice to the heavens, then realised for this i know no words.
regardlessly, i am amazed.
you glimpse your strength and weakness when leaving means leaving, and you won't be the first to go.
so begin an end.
have the roots been contaminated? that the question was posed at all makes me cringe.
ah, also. in its flailing defense, who's to say what's worth this time? of yours? of mine? of theirs?
that's an easy one.