All Over Again

If I had everything to do all over again, I'd never compromise on my wants and wishes. I'd never give up. I'd never turn away. I'd never acquiesce. Instead, I'd bulldoze. I'd plow. I'd break down every door. I'd demolish walls. I'd walk in the wake of my destruction, and I'd never bat an eye. I'd face down aggressors. I'd attack first. I'd always react. I'd speak loud and bold. I'd use common sense but couple it with confidence plentiful. I'd never bend over. Never fail to strike back. I'd never diminish myself. Never leave words unsaid. I'd never let bullies have a free pass. I'd do more than frown. I'd do more mumble. I'd do more than pass judgement quietly. I'd call out instigators. I'd call out bluffers. I'd call out liars. I'd take back what was stolen. I'd fight the good fight every second of every minute of every day. And I'd do it willingly and gladly. I call bullshit when it needed called. I'd strip away facades. I'd read between the lines. I'd not dignify stupidity. I'd not acknowledge morons. I'd never accept half-assed truths. I'd do all this from the start. From the very minute of existence. I'd do all this with vigor and gusto. I'd do all this with passion. I'd never accept less than what I'm worth. I'm only sorry it took me this long to realize being agreeable too often is a menace, burden, plague. I need proof. I need substance. I need integrity. If I had it all over to do again, I'd never be fucked with once and let it go unanswered. Never.  

Space

Space,

I hate you for interfering,

leering,

jeering,

rebranding,

expanding,

dividing,

grinding,

erasing,

replacing,

fading reminders,

entrenching binders,

shifting directions,

clouding connections,

choking intentions,

strangling reflections until you conquer.  

I hate you.