wavebreaker

the war has become elusive, a day-long game of hide and seek. i can't say i'm immune to it, because i'm know and i damn well know it. of course, all routines can be broken, but some of them require a bit more than a sledgehammer and a couple of minutes to be shattered. one day it will all be irrelevant to me, so irrelevant i won't even notice it any more, or so i hope. for the time being, it seems, i'm still doomed to see my eyes dropping, my fingers itching, and to keep in check some instincts that would most likely be self-destructive. but, mind you, i shall not break this time. not anymore - i've let it happen far more times than it should. this time i shall resist, just like a wavebreaker does: weathered by the waves and the tides and the storms; worn out on the outside; but rock-solid inside, unmovable through the years, oblivious to the elements. the game (the war) is not over yet, after all, and i'm positive i'm not going to be the one losing it when the fat lady sings.