Truth is, I'm lost for words.
Ironically, because I have so much to say yet those fleeting images and dramatic one liners pulsing in my head just refused to be string into a coherent context. Which is why when I threw the ultimatum, again yesterday and you demanded more of me, I gave you nothing but static to cling on to. It wasn't all that bad, we kept our-self occupied like patients waiting to be operated on (sounds better than piglets waiting in the slaughter house), with me counting the seconds and you drumming to the tune of the death roll. I was feeding on your decreasing tolerance level until you served me with a platter of your best defence mechanism. I didn't fall short either because i came prepared with bunker of all range rebuttals. Despite all, there was no winner. The entire ordeal was quite simply, a tragedy. Futile because I was trying to get you to see the cracks when the structure had already collapsed.
