"Hearts are broken as promises once made.
Hurt becomes hate as fate plays tricks on me,turning what should have been into what can never become.
'You'll never know what you had until you've lost it'
C.K
Playing dice with Destiny, hoping to escape a familiar pain to an uncharted territory of a foreign bliss.
Pain from my regrets falls like rain as I try to ascertain why I decided to entertain my fears.
Black magic or Black static?
Tragic regression to automatic aggression beyond comprehension.
Being certainly uncertain about myself is no longer an uncertainty.
Tracking back to see where I lost track and lacked the tact,I would have still been intact and that's the fact.
If life is not a game then why are there different levels in which I play myself?
A sigh of relief is now just disbelief through mischief.
The Kaleidoscope of life is now just a montage of a facade that's in different shades of black.
Oh regret is such a funny thing,
It's like drowning while you're afloat;
Breathing while gasping for air and
Screaming while being silent.
It's one of life's favorite reminders and pains favorite pantomime.
But one day when the curtain rises for another scene in the play,I would be the one making the script."
-Author.
