Bound

The ties that bind can be so hard to shed. Promises made are promises to be kept! I ask permission to nullify those promises that were once made to no avail. What does it matter what I am thinking or feeling. There is a connection and will always be a connection tying us unless those promises are voided. I am chained by the words I spoke. Fading out of each other's lives, those are the words I heard. Yet because I am bound by promises our lives are still interwoven in Technicolor. Words, actions...why does it seem they contradict each other more than they agree?