Sometimes, all that you see in front of you... is merely a passing dream...
a fleeting moment of bliss you get, when you finally get what you want...
and you tend to forget, that you have to work hard...
to get to keep the things that matters most to you...
you're indifferent..
you're condescending...
you forget how to treasure..
you forget how to cherish...
and it's only when you lose them, that you finally see the worth that was in them...
then you learn about regret...
about the things you could have done...
and what a fool you had been...
giving up so easily...
letting go so simply...
are you still...
alive...
am i still...
living...


the heart has reasons that reasons knows not
- Blaise Pascal