I need to work harder on maintaining composure

I can no longer ignore the inevitable truths. I realized the vines that once wrapped my ankles had engulfed my hips. Crawling towards my shoulders. Creeping up my neck. Completely stuck. This was a long time ago now and i consider myself more or less free of such restraints. Considering the possibility that this -- obsession of sorts started at point A and led to point B.. They have nothing to do with each other, yet i relate them endlessly. Im missing a piece of this puzzle and i can't find it when im purposely looking in the wrong place. I let him snap my picture because he insisted on remembered every detail while he was gone. I guess in short what im trying to say is alot more simple that relating humans to objects and beating around the bush. To simplify, I need to chill out and and believe what i preach. Everything that happens is meant to happen, And if it hurts, i'll cry for a bit and sleep for a bit and maybe cry some more. My downfall is over thinking thus stressing and under thinking thus ruining. I wish i could use names and places and real words that i screamed. I wish i could tell you about all the good things that keep me wrapped up tight and how he still takes care of me. But i find, When things that you hold dear are shared, they get twisted and talked about until somehow the lies and gossip have sunk so far in to you that you just want to hide. Be loveless. I frequently find myself wishing I lived on a warm island where no one knew our names. I could drink banana smoothies all day.