real-life geometry problem.

shit happens.

all of the time. It happens to me, it's happened to me, it'll happen to me, it's going to/will/probably has happened to all of you.

sometimes i won't be able to take back the things i say.

i won't be able to reconcile differences.

i won't be able to make you smile, or forget about things.

i won't be able to backspace my mistakes with favors and gestures of compassion.

sometimes there is no forgiveness.

sometimes there are no second chances.

sometimes paths never cross again. goodbye is goodbye, forever.

sometimes paths are perfectly straight, and after they cross once, they each continue their stoic, apathetic linear journeys.

it's no longer corrosive.

it's no longer an issue.

i'm en route.