how do you mourn a life that's still a possibility?
how do you forgive yourself for getting sidetracked from your plans?
how do you deal with the fact that YOU are the reason everything is wrong?
there are no tears coming, no one to talk to or commiserate with. silent, overwhelming grief is stealing what little hope is left.
by the time you can make the possibility happen, reality may take it away for good.
sometimes there just isn't enough time left when you've already wasted too much of it.
stick it out and hope the possibility comes before reality or start over again with different plans and altered hopes?
maybe just sit in the melancholy and pray it doesn't destroy you....




















