something I’ve learned about bonds-
they don’t break. when they were formed, be it by natural forces or by God-
they stain this earth with unforgettable memories.
at the end of these bonds, we give the remaining parties time to grieve, say their goodbyes
and build a memorial to rebuild on.
some bonds, you haven’t had a moment to grieve- but they’ve shattered themselves beyond any physical recognition. The only way you see them is through fragments of reality. In songs that you refuse to play, in ways that dont allow you to enjoy the art of it anymore. Some bonds have been ruined. With narcissism, with ego, with a blatant disrespect of loyalty and trust.
some bonds were never bonds- but glue- ripped off of your lip
by an emotional experience meant to shape and change you.
some bonds are about love.
some about lust.
some about love lost,
and some about what love never was.
some bonds, just refuse to fucking break.
