I woke up into a realization that I am holding onto the person I once knew, thinking it would still be in you. I am not waiting for us to happen but I want to witness and experience the past in the present but I dare not think of the daunting future. This is idiotic of me as all this while I have forgotten that the abandonment might, surely has, changed everything you are and had and might still have for me.
Of course I ran as fast as I could but you seem to be catching up on me at your own pace. Then we will be competing in our own way for a prize we do not even want to receive nor let alone keep. This leaves me tired and sore. Then I will bleed like I always do.
When my eyes have been around in search for happiness to feed my soul, those infront of me seem meaningless everytime you appear. What is it in you that can not be murdered, slaughtered and buried?
Am I giving you the authority to taunt me?
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