Gone with graciousness

For days spent under your decade, all your words of serenity that gave rise to my ethical dilemma, the very source of aggression that now exists. Would you still regret the first six years or so that I put to waste? Or would you hide your name in shame & curse what is now destined to be my fate? Would you doubt my beliefs, would you?

Fragile words, merry times,
coarse whips & empty ties.

I have lost the ability to feel anxiety and distress, I need them back in my life. The truth is I need to find your replacement, bon maître.

You will last. You are here to succeed, you are here to succeed me, my old friend.

Aman Khan