A late night. Restless in bed I find myself recalling past memories more vividly when on the brink of sleep depravity. Reality and fantasy become one when immersed in the dream world and yet I find it hard to discern the two when completely immersed in the music. My dream, my fantasy, or rather, my fallacious reality is that people will stop giving up so easily. More so, that I will stop giving up so easy.
In our time, we find a way out and we take it. We rationalize our thoughts, tendencies, and troubles until our inner self is satisfied. This rationalization, a dark body of water, if you will, is something in which I have seem to become submerged. The weight is becoming too much and the burden I no longer wish to carry.
All stubbornness aside, as I draw from past experiences, I acknowledge my tendency of heartbreak and if karma must run its cycle then I indeed am being requited only what is fair. However, when does the suffering become too much to keep fighting the good fight? I accept that things and people change but a heart's desire is one of the realest things I have experienced the short while alive on this earth. My attempt is to put aside past faults and accept the person you are and the person I had grown to love so fondly.
Until then, Fight the Good Fight, and never stop trying to reach out to the ones you love. As time may take away the hurt and new love will grow, perhaps even more strongly than before, a fight well fought is a wound in the form of memories that reminds us to hold onto what we love.
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