I am not sure exactly why i let my self fall to the pressure of memories. Always letting them change the outlook on how i view myself. Though i know i am only doing what i can.. i can't help but feel like i want to lose myself under the stress. Most likely it is just me being silly trying to reminisce on what was and longing for what isn't. Sometimes when you strive for the intangible hope of what you really want in life.. it will still never be enough..
"It doesn't stop."
"Well, what do you see?"
"It's like.. I have night vision even when I don't want to."
You know she couldn't tell you
The burden was heavy enough alone
Even though you tried to help her
Your love was useless and
She carried on.
The heart is a careless thing..
yet here i am.. drowning in memories..
T-F-H