Oh, there is some lost trust, untainted in that newly found box!
Do you feel it?
Do you see it?

By the way... what are feelings made of?
Is it the wind, the fire, the earth or the water?

Or is it everything, or not anything?

Everything without a soul... or did you have to bring your own, to make it work?

Do it have to melt down and unite?
Or do you just leave everything else behind... or do you actually combine all that is?
Do it merge all together and afterwards cool down?

What did you unite, was it your pure soul, your feelings and those cardinal points all together?

What was feelings then? Do you remember?
Do you have them continuously?
Do them have to end?
Did you make it so deterring in advance that it made the last inch burn like hell?

Did you say farewell? If you did ...
Did you hurry in the end? Do you now feel like crap at the worlds end?
Are you standing there now ... how long has it been?
Has it stopped spinning after your self-chosen torture of disinclination of me?

Do you really want it to be over, and do it have to be hastened even further?
Did you do it that way, because you thought it would make it pleasant?

Rather than the savage I seem to belive that you are now...
Was it worth the sacrifice of my belief, in you, to do as you did that time?

It must had been insufferable for you. To have been that cruel only to feel the overwhelming failure of honesty.

A half truth, a white lie. And all those thousands and thousands, later exploded lies?
Was that all right?
Do you still think that was an reasonable attempt of a farewell?

You don't think, we could have spoken the wisdom into it, before we told "Hello!", no more, to walk seperate paths later on?

Don't you get stuck in past thoughts sometimes, and reconsider those unavowed sentences?
Why did we not just deliberate the thought, of uttering those delicate words to eachother.

When we had the time and
all those fresh...
and
...precious and lovely,
three-minutes-lasting, truth-filled responses?

Why wait untill the future, to dwell on the Past, when you could have done it right That time when it was Present time.
Instead of realizing in present time what you could have done past time, That time?

Why on earth do we DO dwell on those times "We did wrong." or lets say "Not quite right." !

It is just not Quite RIGHT. Do you not agree?
You have already learnt from it, do you not see?

And then we can dwell on how not to or just to; untangle that mess,or how to clean it or just leave it be.
We can dwell on how to toss the mess, how to sort out the mess, or how to just leave it be.

We will just have to learn that untill our next mess, will we not?