I am the relapse of release, the ever present tension pulling your eyes asunder inwards to every joint and crease pulled and frayed by regret.
I am the pain becoming fixated
I am the razor you cannot see, the true self you are forever hiding from, the mask you put on fragile mindsets, the cover you cannot shake when faced with sunsets.
I am nothing more than your former self crying out to stop for just one moment and look back at all you forgot.
I am the moment the tear hits the page to become an ink blot, another memory to be forgotten, or not..