I can't stop thinking of lost chances, missed opportunities, the what ifs the what nots. I wish i can turn back time and put right the things that went wrong. I wish I can wake up today with her in my arms, I wish I didn't blow up the only chance I had for happiness. How can I write when I look, when I am aware that everything i think or do revolves around the same theme, that of lost love, that of death, that of the impossible. I am discontented with what I have. I know I have more than most. But somehow it just isn't enough and I know it will never be enough, because I lost my dream, and like the fleeting, it will never come back. I can only live with the emptiness, the monotony and the self awareness that its all gone.
I talk to myself because there's no one else to talk to