Till I Could Handle Truth

And that is all he would know it as.

no predecessor. no explanation.

reasoning lost in previous action.

And, I didn't try to explain.

I could not fight- just knowing I was wrong.

how do we know anything?

Our senses do not deceive us.

yet here, I created myself and sat there.

self pity consumed me,

And, I was the bad side.

02.13.16