what keeps me…
March 6, 2009…from moving on from the pains of the past? It is the recurrence of events, the unending sentiments of remorse, the unbelievable excuses that I could never fathom, the supposed and natural chain of circumstances that could have made me a better person than who I am now. It is the spot inside me that was never given justice, the one that was left behind. It is the inability to forgive and shed the last tears. It is the existence of unwanted facts that I was, and I am, forced to live with. It is because of the dreams and the goals that I failed to catch because fate told me that I could not. It is the little area inside my brain that is still closed from believing and understanding that being normal does not always fit. It is the lingering presence of truths that I could never change, the realities of life, the way I look when I stare at the mirror.
It is me.
