i don't know if there will ever come a time where i stop holding on to hope no matter what i'm aware of i still have this ounce of expectancy dancing throughout my body for outcomes i have no control over keeping me farther away from reality and restricting me to a confined cage where i seem to cling to disillusioned ideals this mentality while optimistic serves as my greatest enemy my deepest pain for it is not the event itself that causes the sadness, the anger, the disappointment, the regret it is the hope i had that things wouldn't turn out that way
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