halfway war

I am listening to letting up despite great faults, staring through the sunlight, trying to capture the voice of this moment, but I am feeling a little bit stifled. I am a little hurt how quickly people can replace love with hate, but I guess that's the persistent balance of natures. and I assess the structure of my actions, and I really do not believe I acted with any venom in my arc. I told accurate truths, because what else was there. I kissed someone else, because you cut me free. I have stayed quiet, because i know to. I am honestly not sure when I should speak.