He tears you apart. With suitable words. Suitable for a divorce. Or so they seem to you. Maybe there are just words thrown out of fear. But that’s how you feel them. In a heart put on bypass. For years. Since you decided that yours no longer can take it and that the arteries clogged by the previously caused pain must be bypassed. At any cost. So you quickly pay the price, pull the zipper off the trolley, and run.
I’m not saying running isn’t good. On the contrary, sometimes it could save your life because the fight-or-flight response is the basis of survival instinct when danger occurs. Especially the one that aims straight to the heart. With all your bypass and stuff.
What I’m saying is just don’t have any illusions: wherever you run, you’ll be accompanied by yourself step by step, you’ll get there, and you’re still going to bump into yourself; only in a different setting. No island, no matter how far away, will erase those words. And it won’t get you off the bypass; Until you’re ready to go off on your own. And to listen to those words properly. With the whole being.
You will come to the conclusion that the only thing you can change in this world is you. And your reaction to what’s going on around you. That’s all.
