Truth and lies exist to separate us from the saints and sinners.
Your choice to live has gone wrong when you stumbled in front of the reality. Your
efforts to keep up with the current has died and your passions have dried up
when the vanity drowns you into the sea of insecurities. You wake up in the
morning knowing that you have given up and called off of everything because
your wants and needs have gone way too much to be granted. I see you everyday,
not knowing of who I am, not seeing in a way I would want you to see me and
with me hoping the impossibilities that one day we will actually befriend and
become more makes it hurts for me to actually realize that, that is a dream I dreamt
of. The dream that I often repeat when I’m asleep so that I can feel your skin,
breathe, touch, essence and mark you as you make me as yours. The time has come
for me to back off because I don’t have the guts to approach you because I know
you are not what I want you to be. The sense of fear has come to crucify my
intentions and disappointments and let me foresee the future that I am about to
experience and I am dumbfounded by the images of sorrows and depressions. I sighed,
as much as I could. The sighs have become my breath. I want to cry.
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