Walking. No destination. Just pacing, around the dentist office where Aiden is having more teeth pulled. And fighting, in my mind. The same fight, with the same person, over and over in my mind. And every once in a while, a fight with an imaginary person.
So much fire. So much, anger. I live in this boxing ring where its a constant fight. Long bouts with few breaks and in my imagination, I win. Round after round. In reality, a smile, a nod, never crossing that boundary. The things locked up inside me, that im not sure of how to deal with, or how to let go. The lies, the devious essence of the realtionship that I find myself in just make it worse. Always a lie, always a half truth, always more teeth to be pulled.
