It's been awhile and I'm not sure what to make of things
Sure I said I needed time to think things through
But in the interim, it's all mixed messages, confusion, hurt and anger
Stifling at times, I handle it best with silence and ignorance
Perhaps its best we left things as they are now
Revisit them at a much later time
I'm not sure what to make of things
Time flying by
Priorities change
People change
Times change
A glass of wine tonight
Drunk too quickly on a near empty stomach
It's that familiar buzz in my fingers, my head
A floating sensation, slightly unco-ordinated
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