The Fight.

The fight drained out of me and onto the screen.
It was dripping wet and smelled funny, but was furious.

The fight wasn't done yet, but I was.
I tried to ignore it, and it got louder.
I tried to cajole it and it saw through me and pushed harder.
I tried to accept it, but the longer the fight was around, the sadder I got.

So I decided to kill the fight, the only way I could. I put it in the screen. On the webs. Outside of me, but still a part of who I am because the world might see it.

I feel tired and empty. Lonely even.

Is it the seasons? Is it the times? Is it the people?
Or is it just the fight?