Crashing Halt

16, 20, 23, 27, 3.

I cannot handle it, I cannot play the game, not at this proximity, I cannot hurt myself, or let anyone hurt me, I am pulling myself out of the field.

Something you said resonates inside me. I am that horrible. I think she is your person. You really are the 2-sided storyteller. Salt, pepper and vinegar, all of them spices.

Surely it will sting still. For a longish time. Until I leave, or until you leave.

So it stops now.