epoch

It’s one thing to be reminded of the girl you had but now is gone but to be reminded of the girl you’ve never had is something else all together. I can’t help it. There is just something about her that wares away the beaches of my memories in the ocean of my mind. I can’t help but feel at peace when I see her. When her voice resonates the drum of my ear. I must forget her (why?)…I barely know who she is but some how she breached the thousand layers of built up skin designed to protect of what is kept deep within.

Perpetuation of desire is of the degree a repulsive circumstance life has rendered us at the occurrence of our superimposed selves. I cannot and I will not be captured by the regulations life has bestowed on mankind. Formality is in its purest form a declaration of freedom of condemning reasons.

Am I frightened by the fear of being broken? By who has anyone never been broken…who is ever whole…who is ever fixed. Fear cannot keep me from thinking about her. If anything it holds me to her…if she weren’t there what would be there? Would I ever love again? We’ve have only a small hole in time to live…choose…not to live and be forgotten…. Or live with the chance of remembrance. One less memory of a path not taken. If you waste life what makes you think you wont waste death?