Sometimes I wish I was stronger- strong enough to walk away, without ever turning back. Sometimes I wish I was weaker- weak enough to stay without thinking of the consequences. Instead, I'm just stuck in between, struggling to fight back the tears, straining to keep the anger at bay.
They offer you a fragile promise of affection; you call it love, you follow it on wind-beaten mountain peaks and icy winter seas.Then it is spent, all hopes for resurrection fading. You stumble back to the beginning, daring to dream you might one day be granted another fleeting illusion of eternity.
The past is not ours to re-live, the future is not ours to shape and the present, I fear it's sinking fast. No time for tragedy here, no space for mourners in the vastness of mortality.
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