Living Past

There is so much I could tell you. Virtually impossible to string it in words. I wish half of me could travel back in time, I swear I would have cherished it more than I did before. I would have done something radical enough to make you stay. Its a rare opportunity that once in your lifetime, you meet someone who manages to captivate your attention, and leave their footprints behind.

Today was dreadful. I was being taken on a rollercoaster ride that pumped adrenaline in the most negative of ways. I left the ride bitter, filled with the type of stubborn pain that rooted itself firmly on me. If I could illustrate a portrait of myself, it would be me walking with dark clouds and rain pouring above my head. Ignorance is kind, a pity I wasn't spared. If living in putrid lies drew rainbows, then may I find that pot of gold.

Others may beg to differ when it comes to opinions, but I enjoy living in this fantasy whereby my eyes see an enchanting, kind, image of you. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I choose to dismiss all the surface-flaws that I fail to see. You might be the one I have been searching to find, but in a series of unfortunate events, I missed out on that chance that was given to me, a long, time ago. Fretting is pointless, I need to hear you, so walking out of that door isn't an option. Alas, someone worthy enough to steal the limelight through pure means. Behind that defensive camouflage, I'm affirmative that there is some part of you that will eventually let go.

Call me an ignorant fool, but I'd lock myself in an asylum if I failed to make you see... I love you, my friend, I really do. If I hadn't committed myself earlier, I never would have allowed myself to let you slip away. Shutting the world into another dimension, you look wonderful, tonight.