I wanna be a Marine.

I feel like I'm in a war, I have my arms at standby ready to fire. So does the enemy, standing on the opposite bank of the river, arms at hand. Also ready to fire. One waits for the other to make the first step and tread into the marshy river than lies in between. A river so vile and murky, like a basket of problems that have yet to be sorted out and is all in a mess.
No one moves so we stand day and night with arms at hand and a foot ready at bay to counter the attack. Until someone else, something else, stirs the water in between. Unless a clean up boat comes along and clears away all the litter in the river. UNLESS EH?

You sound as though you hate me, well do you? If you do, then just say it. If you don't, then what's stopping us from talking?

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- "We promised not to fight this year." I laughed off what you said and said it wasn't possible in a joking manner. Yet, it happened. I've got to watch my mouth.