And I’ll smile. I’ll look at the sky and feel the heat of happiness inside. I’ll learn from my past but I’ll look forward. I’ll not regret a single thing. I’ll be pleased with the things that awaits me. I’ll be grateful for the moment and the joy in itself.
Again. So badly and right on target. I’m dying a little inside. It’s all burning up. Everything is despairing in the flames. The pain find it’s way back time after time but I can’t give up. So I close my eyes. My small cold eyes. I cry a little. And I move on. Into the horrible reality. And in the end I always end up hurting myself the most.