i decided to write in riddles and using poetry in self expression and hopefully to better appreciate of the person i once were.

maybe to forget the days and nights that i lost myself.

to let go of people undeservingly trepassed my boundaries.

i remember those stark days that i wrote and wrote perhaps it is all returning.
i ended all things superficial and material that very time. perhaps
this is telling me to do so.

time to let go...

time to recognise the right place for me.

time to discard all things pretty outside but destroyingly grotesque inside
most of the time, those pretty things are humans...
several humans to axe out ...
several to go...