Older folks and their arguments.
Relationships that are always on the verge of falling out.
Why did I come back here for?
The rumbles of agitation.
Oh how they struggle, they groan, they exhaust one another.
So much for love.
Hold on to the memories, hold tight.
Or else things will just slip away. Like a thoughtless cloud. Like falling water. Your tears.
Apologies for all the clichés.
Once again, violence is the answer. The struggle of it all coming out.
Take me away from here.
