My future is beginning to mesh with my past, and leeching ivy is growing over what I once thought was my white picket-fence of an existence…
It’s not a white picket-fence, it’s barbed-wire, covered in ivy and tetanus infested rust…
Come near me, and you’ll bleed. Please get me out of this mess before the tetanus consumes me and the rust and ivy engulf my picket-white bones.