22/12

I'm dying without you.
you are so happy where you are now.
I am obliged not to destroy such a balance,
and I have no means to.

I mean, let's face it- you're tired of me, don't deny it. I've seen the wear in your voice at my less-than-polite behaviour, and you have all right to. And to ever hold you again would make a lightning bolt striking me twice more probable.

So much for my hiatus.

Losing the battle for power