Understanding is beyond my comprehension. Self-control is let loose. No longer do I have the will, power and strength to bind control, the control of hers is hers only. Yet, how ironic it is that my control is hers, mine no more.
How I thirst for, for everything to be like before. Comprehend me, is an understatement. My wishes can only be quenched if the 6 of us were to be like before. How could it happen? All the sweat and strength of us fighting to be together, wasted. Is that it? This is it? The End of us? What we built before, the 6 of us, is corrupted by ourselves, on longer it is by others. The falling of our fellowship, the ever slowly designed destruction is caused no other than ourselves. Ironic is it? We sacrificed our time, our friends, risking our very own daily lives that we are comfortable in. We crawl out of our shells, our charades is brought down and true selves are shown through. Now, regerttebly, crawling back to our cells. I plea for a change. Soon, it will.
