structural.

sun plays across my keyboard, creating a landscape filled with radiant fields and broken patches of deep shadow. thoughts skip through my head, building a tower riddled with structural defects. day and night, light and dark, contrast and compare, i can't make up my mind about you again. this ever fluctuating madness is no longer wearing heavy on my heart, it is just an ever present factor. something endured from day to day without hope of relief. "i'll let you get the best of me, because there is nothing else that i do well." move it forward. "i'll be the giver and you'll be the taker, i guess that's how this one's gonna go." let it end.