further than need, 

the gut-rooted feelings found

when digging through the burdened cavities of the soul, overpacked with memories of a time

not wanting to be remembered.

expanding through my veins,

they permeate my mind,

flooding my vision and finding escape through tears.

silently, I lose myself in nostalgia,

succumbed to an everlasting longing for the way it was

can you stand who you've become?

do I dare relinquish freedom to the demons once put to rest,

the very devils responsible for my undoing.

dare I do this in full lucidity and awareness

of the potential wrecking of the heart

being instilled once again?

I do.

in all certainty, I do.

only with cause of the human heart

craving for that which gives it ache.