you fight with me at every turn.
convince-attempt towards my change.
last night i managed to undo every part of my resolve.
and yet, you’re still here.
horribly, horribly familiar. terribly, terribly deja vu.
your automatic responses to my whinge
the acceptance of the chaotic decisions
despite your clear intentions and logical thought
you put them aside for my mission.
for years now, you have questioned and termed and never without reason.
you are indeed, my silent hero. without cape.
this sums up more about this crazy mindmassive bubble we seem to inhabit.
i am forever indebted to you.