Wear the grudge like a crown of negativity.
Calculate what we will or will not tolerate.
Desperate to control all and everything.
Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen.
Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Justify denials and grip 'em to the lonesome end.
Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Terrified of being wrong. Ultimatum prison cell.
Saturn ascends, choose one or ten. Hang on or be humbled again.
Defining, confining, controlling, and we're sinking deeper.
***
Calculate what we will or will not tolerate.
Desperate to control all and everything.
Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen.
Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Justify denials and grip 'em to the lonesome end.
Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Terrified of being wrong. Ultimatum prison cell.
Saturn ascends, choose one or ten. Hang on or be humbled again.
Defining, confining, controlling, and we're sinking deeper.
***
There comes a time, in every person’s lives, when they have to face up to what they fear the most. Sometimes this fear is not borne from a knowing that you could be injured or emotionally scarred by the confrontation, but that you could be come what you once were. Coming face to face with the past is a hard thing to do, especially when the past is wielding a lightsaber and baying for blood.
Arriana sat currently in a small café on Coruscant. She was attentively reading a news feed whilst sipping on a tea of some sort. As per usual she was armed, with a twin saber at her waist, though she had no intention of using the blade today. This was intended to be a quiet day out, in which she could reassess herself and see Coruscant in a new light; through the eyes of a Jedi, and not a Sith.
Of course, things never go as planned…