...It Starts...

     Life's story can be similar to one another yet be so distinctly apart. Each one's pain and sorrow amplified and mutilated from the listener to the teller. Unfortunately even our failures and rejections are inspired by the likes of Romeo and Juliet and many more, each one narrating his own history with spice trying to over power one another. Futile attempts to overshadow others and themselves with a sense of valor we never had.

     Everyone has a past. for better or worst. And a million words to console the disturbed. The wounds always heal but the scars always remain. And we wait there hoping things will be better denying the logical side that says that things will never be the same again. Yet we hope for it again. An insane tug of war that forever pulls and stretches the emotional intellect to realms never before known. We wait, failing to realize that we are not just one single individual withing ourselves. We bath in it. A civil war within us between all the forces that keeps us alive being the very cause of us making us wish we were dead within. And it never ends. And our focus, goals,prayers and ambitions revolve around it. And then we shun God himself who we think has forsaken us.

    Times moves on and slowly so do we... at least for those of us who has choose to make it through overcoming the macabre thoughts that's forced down upon us for lack of morphine in our veins. With hopes to redeem ourselves we decide to move on. But unfortunately your not the same anymore. Subconsciously,  the psych within ours tell us that there was a flaw within ourselves and unconsciously we change ourselves. Bit's and pieces off all that we once were eroded away. A new way of overcoming our besmirched failures.

    And things happen again and over the time and experiences with a series turmoil of events we are totally oblivious to what we truly are. Emotions such as mercy and compassion and all the individual qualities snowballed over the years come crumbling down. Like Alice tumbling down the rabbit whole... a deep abyss where one finds almost impossible to awaken from.

    And there is only but one wish... To see the world from the eyes of a child once again. For an UNDO button for all the moments you did all that you shouldn't have. All just to free our hearts, trapped inside the eyes of a person who is now a stranger. And then you wish furthermore to turn back time... to maybe never have had it happen. To go back to believing everything and not not knowing nothing at all.

Victor Andrews