MiracleMoon

I've done a lot of thinking lately, Immersed in my own time. The air is thick and can be hard to breathe, Because guilt is always on my mind. And it's so hard to fight it, And it's so hard to believe. I just wish, for a moment. That I could get some relief. My memories drag me back down, Swallowing me with my own despair. I try my best not to stick around, But somehow I always find myself there. And perhaps, its some deep feeling. That I have to amend my own past. But I cannot find any wrong doing, Only regret that my bridges didn't last.

Stars were made to light up the sky, So that you may shine beneath them. Your wings were made to fly so high, So that you may soar above the sky.

I've finally realized it, that she's a different person. She's the One that couldn't remember me after waking up from the terrible day, and so I blamed her. She, who I thought had altered my life from one of reliance on love to a hateful relationship of independence. How did I not see that it was merely my own misplaced anger that turned me into the monster I am. I had deceived myself, for she was not who I had been seeking from the very beginning, never again could she be the person whom I needed to fill the barren hole in my chest. She was a ghost, a reflection of who used to be my mother.