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.