Sides.

And I live amongst the memories.
How I felt more in place than ever before.
How it all ended, or has it?
Just a weird gray zone.
Impossibilities that I want to conquer.
On one hand my cigarettes  on the other a half empty glass of gin to fuel the monster I try to suppress.
The side of me that wants to say fuck it all and surrender  to nothingness.
It will not win.
Not ever.
After all at the end of the day all I have is me and me alone.
I'd  rather be kind and patient for this world has known enough hate already.
The unbreakables are the broken ones.
The ones who are not afraid to face their pieces whilst helping others  collect theirs.
Pick a side.