It's easy, we all falter.

Dreams.
A dream can be defined as a state of mind marked by abstraction or release from reality.
And though where I want to go right now could be nothing more than a dream,
nothing more than a mere abstract of the innocent mind in all of us,
nothing more than a beautiful release from the painful reality that we all live in,
a dream could still come true, am i not right?
So I hope, god willing, for this dream to come true.
And only then can I say that all this while, it was a premonition rather than a dream,
and only then can I be content, with what I would have, with what I would get.

Maybe not now, perhaps maybe later? hah I certainly hope so.

As memory seeps through my veins.

I can't think straight anymore. All I want is for this problem to go away. I already know what the problem is but with all the ignoring I'm getting, I don't get the room I need to explain myself. I don't know who to go to. And I don't know what i can and what i cannot do. I want to talk to them, I want to explain myself, I want to make them know that I'm willing to apoligize, that I'm willing to compromise, that I'm willing to give in, that I'm willing to sacrifice all of this to make things right. I certainly don't want anything to get in between our friendship. Please, hear me out, just this once.


I'm sorry.

The shadows closely run.

Many great stories,
many great sagas,
great tales,
of fiction and of what actually happened,
of the living and the departed,
of what's obvious and what's not,
begin in the most innocent way possible,
but the end result often differs,
some end great,
some end badly,
some just don't end at all.

My story has begun,
and as innocent and as unsuspecting as it may be,





I just want it to have a goodgreat ending.