Melt into the wall...

Life

What a word...

Experiences, memories, future, past...

So many things thats come and go, not knowing where it will end up...Expecting and hoping for the best at all times...yet when expectation is not, then not is what we are given...

quite a life that is...

well make it somehow...learning from our mistakes...whatever they might be...sometimes repeating the same mistakes you promised yourself never to make again...

yet, again...they appear...

when we hold on to that last straw in an ocean far from land...we still hold to it, hoping that it will save us from drowning, yet deep inside, we know that it will not help...

holding on, creating hope is what we try, what we make even if it is not there...

like an ending, not knowing what it will exactly be, yet we know it is an end...yet, somehow, creating hope so as to never call it an end...

making words of our own, feelings of our own, just to make it seem unreal to what it actually is...

life, you are what you are...we make you what you are, yet loosing grip to what we have created, what we have made...as we then put the blame on life itself for not living up to what we wanted...

knowing, and never taking the blame for what our problems have been...what our mistakes have been...

like the strings of the guitar, playing tunes that you never knew existed...yet, as your fingers play it again and again, you realize it did...all you did was move and brush your fingers across the strings...

confusing as it is...even i do not understand...

feelings of the unknown...

a shadow, following us wherever we go, appearing only at times of darkness...sometimes wishing it would stop following us, as unreal as that might be...quite a thought it actually is to me...

not knowing where these words are taking me, as they are only words...not showing true feelings of what is actually behind them...

hiding away from facing reality...as sad as a never-ending story that has no true end...again, there it is...

more like running away from what we truelly are...

making no sense of what is going on is sometimes sense itself...how...oh i cannot even think of a word in my vocabulary to fit it...

as sense it makes not to me, maybe leaving it as it is is what it shall be...

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