What is that i want... Watching that scarlet fire destroy the past that i once fought so hard to keep Grasping upon the fading ashes hoping to keep what i once kept..?
Was the leaves abandoned by the tree .. or was it chased away by the cold autumn wind... was what i once sought a misconception or do we really cherish things that we can never get What is there to cherish when what you hold dear uses you as a tool
Just that.... Leaves also have a choice to find what it wants other then picking from the Disgusting, horrible, sickening, horrifying, awful, hideous, gruesome, unsightly, dreadful, unattractive, unpleasant and unlikeable choices that are presented.
What is important..? More often not the things right in front of us nor is it our desires... As if staring at the corner of the art piece admiring its beauty rather then looking at the artwork entirely... How to prioritize things.. Looking for goals and possible achievements rather then any short term goals... I will take your advice as you slap me in my new direction
Thanks Desinoir Your words struck pass me like a knife.. Something that no one around me was capable for doing You push me in alot of area's that i have stood still for.
Walking pass the hallways...thinking about the days we've walked together... Walking pass the cafeteria....thinking about the days we ate together.. Walking pass the streets ...thinking about the times we walked through the cold together... Walked pass the locker... that we once shared and where i waited for you... Walking pass the restaurants .. that we have visited over the years... Everywhere i go i try to piece together a place we've been together.. Hoping to see a shadow of you that i know won't exist... Only see my shadow... catching up to your footsteps .. Steps that are created by myself hoping one day i would be closer to you... No matter how far i walk... we won't meet again.. No matter where i reach... You are outside my grasp
I Hoped that if revisited my steps... i would finally have an excuse fill in some holes... Realizing that the parts that you've been in my life is so insignificant. As if you rarely even existed compared to a normal friend.. Living through my memories more than i am in reality...
