Falling
When you wake up from the sunset, what comes next?
When the majestic white stallion, the one on which you were whisked away on, is now just grazing haplessly in the field. When something you believed was perfect, was only perfect in your mind. When you reach that cruel moment where reality hits you with full force, wake up from the dream and then realize it was just that - a dream.
It's the fall that defines your path through life, for it's how you continue after the fall that defines who you are.
Some days are more testing than others, and some nights are an endless crusade. It's all an ocean, an infinite sea of remorse and you are caught alone, trapped within its current. Like the sailors hearing the siren's call, the regret beckons you within the darkness that accompanies the night.
You try, God do you try, to act like the fall never hurt.
But it did. It still does
You try not to be bitter, you try to understand, you try everything but everything is always just out of reach, and as the months pass on, you do better but never 'well.' Your life moves on, and so does theirs, but you always dwell on the 'what could have been.'
Maybe some things are just never meant to be, and you have to accept that fact. And how do you know if you have survived the fall? It's when the past catches up to you, and you are able to look them in the eyes and finally say goodbye.
When the majestic white stallion, the one on which you were whisked away on, is now just grazing haplessly in the field. When something you believed was perfect, was only perfect in your mind. When you reach that cruel moment where reality hits you with full force, wake up from the dream and then realize it was just that - a dream.
It's the fall that defines your path through life, for it's how you continue after the fall that defines who you are.
Some days are more testing than others, and some nights are an endless crusade. It's all an ocean, an infinite sea of remorse and you are caught alone, trapped within its current. Like the sailors hearing the siren's call, the regret beckons you within the darkness that accompanies the night.
You try, God do you try, to act like the fall never hurt.
But it did. It still does
You try not to be bitter, you try to understand, you try everything but everything is always just out of reach, and as the months pass on, you do better but never 'well.' Your life moves on, and so does theirs, but you always dwell on the 'what could have been.'
Maybe some things are just never meant to be, and you have to accept that fact. And how do you know if you have survived the fall? It's when the past catches up to you, and you are able to look them in the eyes and finally say goodbye.