Sincerely, Jennifer x

It could be said, however uncomfortable, and troubling, that we are helpless. Valiant vessels, endlessly exploring, no end in sight, ‘til an end appears. God, or fate, in whatever form you feel it should take, veers your vision in a new direction, endlessly editing, no matter the cost. Uncomfortable as it is to admit, perhaps,…

All that remains, is a montage in my mind, a little cry of “after all, it didn’t mean much at all”. It did, to me. All that remains, is a recurring dream, that is so sweet, so cruel, that it becomes a nightmare. Sad sting, in the corner of my eyes. How they flow, when…

I am free, at last, but I’ve never felt so trapped. Capture me again. Capture me again, my helpless cry, pathetic, but it’s all I know. All I know is us. Waist deep in regret and dirt. My mud stained heart, bleeds.

Is fate kind? Is my life decided? Am I helpless? Hoping for the best, but just a person that life happens to? You decide. They decide. Life decides. I just wait.