A Web of Intricate Nothings

The simplest things are hardest to do. Things like saying sorry, saying I love you, doing something to prove either.. or just being there for a friend.

So, stuck in a stasis spiralling around the same process, we end up complicating things. Complicating things to avoid the simple. And before we know it.. Before we can realize to just do that one simple thing

We're stuck in a complicated entanglement of empty promises, and lost ideals, and emotional debris, and those memories.. and everything.. Everything but that one simple thing.