“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.”
One day, when one of us is sane enough. One day, when things are not what they appear to be, and people are not who they claim to be. That day. There is a lot to be said that remains unsaid, and a lot that has been said that cannot be unsaid. Of those bridges burnt, and ties unforgotten, to those conflicting words and the war that follows.