Day breaks, and I'm awake, but dreams of her made me close my eyes again... Hoping to go back into that dream again.. It's been so long since I last dreamt of her, talk to her and see her... Do dreams connect to one another? A sub reality we experience everyday.
Here I am, playing with those memories again. Just when I thought time has set me free, thoughts of her keep taunting me. Living life in disparate moments, connected by something tenuous known as memories, it makes me wonder if its a blessing or a curse. Fragments of now, seperated by moments of superficial inbetweens, lingering behind it is all the past regrets. From the narrative past, I could only hope that eventuality will outweigh the repercussions...
I know memories are meant to be kept and sometimes swept behind, but the frequency of bringing it up is wholly dependant on the amount of regrets. I guess I have too much to regret, but there's no more way to mend these mistakes...
Behind this smile of mine, is a world I don't want anyone to understand.
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