Rift

An argument, a disagreement and egos collide. Two people who cannot see eye to eye. A clash of ideas and beliefs.

After a hard fought battle it's hard not to sustain injury.

There's a reluctance, a certain inertia to let things be, just because it'd be easier. Maybe trying to solve the problem is harder. But that's the way I've always been, running away when things get messy.

Dying is what it is. An end. Healing wounds, clearing bodies - giving in to responsibility borne out of relationships - is a challenge.

There is a choice to be made. To leave the damaged out on the battlefield or to mend the rift, between the present and the past.