Regret's Bitter Aftertaste.

This weight still balances with the informing message earlier received. A uncertain encounter could possibly send all of this strain downhill into wishful thinking. My mind is still dry from the begging of knowledge, the hoping of positivity, the dream of relief. With so much uncertainty igniting from tears of oil these wings slowly burn and the beginning of descending takes act. Just one answer could settle it all, just one and it never comes, just it's it's similar disguises. Now choices are being forced due to the anxiety of being ignorant to the playbook, being miserably discontent with the poorly skilled tactics utilized on the long-planned game day. All that this astray ignorant lone wolf asks for is the prize, a gift out of a long-term struggle. For some reason that seems like a bit much, unforunately that will never be understood.