Always and Forever

just maybe

‘Those 3 words I said too much, maybe not enough’
 For what I did, I can not undo,
but for what I can do, time is plenty,
This idea of believing in only what you see is a blinding idea embedded in our everyday life. Believe in dream, even though they are not real, it is what gives us hope. At the same time it is  idiotic idea… a raw amalgamating knot of emotion; making you wonder what you can achieve. Once you begin to understand such a thought, the sheer stupidity of it makes you regret all the things that could have been and start over, but its not as easy as you think it should be. Its not just a simple matter of putting it aside, there is more to it than that, strength, patience, and understanding. 
What many postulate is that; there is no choice. ‘There is no deciding when it comes to change, and they are right… Partly! We may not control change, we may not oppose change’, but we may guide it so that it brings out the best in us and in many a people. To this there is but one conclusion; a thought, and idea, a wish, or even a little message. Nothing you have done is wrong, nothing you said was bad. The reason it all happened was simply because of what I believe I see, what I believe is beautiful, what I believe was not treated respectfully. What I believe is that the beauty is more than what you show, your beauty is what you are. Maybe, just maybe believe.

Though this is frustrating,
this situation does make me ponder,
on thoughts once frowned open a long time ago.
For all that struggle, they are rewarded,
when building this entire façade of truth,
time was needed.
Time was it, that was the main structural element for such a masterful illusion.

Can such a deception ever be done… again?
for nothing matters more #   

words… they are but mere formation of letters,
yet carry so much weight,
the meaning behind them inspire,
the reason they bring enlightens,
we write to express emotions,
words are but mere nothing… without a story,
behind every word is a story of magnificence,
a tale of untold,
a tale begging to be heard,
but these words are unheard,
these emotions untouched,
its intended audience silenced to its truth,
‘to be or not to be’… will these words ever be spoken,
ohhh for it carries a burden doesn’t it? 

word

So it’s been while,
This walk felt longer, walked more than a simple mile,
It’s nothing I can’t handle, deja vu 
I’m unsure if you feel it too,
So lets see where these pieces fall,
cause summers around the corner,
No one will see, 
ill bring out this beast,
but I’m not sure what to do any more,
Its been a while, its just..
Mixed emotions, call it butterflies..