As time passes by, things tend to repeat. And like the songs we used to sing long ago, when brought forward again we still know every aspect, despite of what's occurred and what we have become. There are times when they're brought back for another visit, and sometimes it brings a smile upon your face remembering times back then. However there is another side. One which digs itself fairly deep in and prevents at beauty from shining through, blocking the sun never allowing you to see the light of day.
Life has just become a big circle. A pattern. For what you know is, what goes up will come down, and when all existence is high and strong, in the end it will fall and weaken. And I am tired of giving promises that I'll be here another day. Because I have been shown, promises are hardly ever kept, and if they are then the are little or huge.
I really wish that someone will that promise of forever and that speaker will actually mean it. I mean you don't have forever with anyone, but you if do choose to be there for the forever that is all possible, then you are something worth keeping.
