Losing control and letting things go means that there are things you cannot control and it seems that when you let one go, all manner of things go as well. Not by chance, but by their own design. They watch the others enjoying their freedom and demand it too. I want what you have. I want I want I want. It’s all I hear all day and yet the things I want are not listened to. Ignored, isolated, bypassed and remaining behind to watch the others go out to play. There are things I want, there are things I do not want. These things are manifest, tangible and malleable, yet the chances of them being manipulated into reality seem to diminish day by day. Yet another fell by the wayside today, and all I can do is watch it fall and whisper my own good-byes. Farewell, my sweet, I shall miss the hope you brought to my life.
non bis in idem
