Word Vomit

I look at you. I see you. It's you. It's always you. It's the hell you put me through. What he did doesn't matter. What she did doesn't matter. How you responded is what matters. Go ahead. Grit your teeth And curse the skies. You can blame them. You can blame me. But it's still you. Excuses, Excuses, Excuses. I'm getting tired of your excuses. It doesn't matter what you say. Nothing you say will change anything. It's already done. Learn from it and move on. Or don't. I don't really care anymore. I want some space. I need to be alone right now. I'm going home. Goodbye Jack.  

I sit in a box, Do work, And think. I think a lot. Perhaps too much. I get stuck in moments. Replaying dark snippets of the past. Longing to relive the highlights. I fantasize about a better world. Create characters that reflect parts of me. I dream and dream. Jack. Alice. Jeremy. Dimitrius. Ray. They're all fake, But all so real to me. One day, They'll make it on a page. Or at least I hope they will. Right now they're draft. Their characteristics still being molded. Backstories have yet to be crafted. I know their faces And their hearts. So I think it's time I start.