One day I will look back and see all the oppertunities I’ve missed.
All those words I could have said, they will be nothing more than whispers onthe winds of what could have been for a person that’s no longer there.
I’m not the only one who will reach this point in life, there will be plenty of other people in the same place to. We will walk past each other in the street with a false smile and dead eyes for the chances past and the knowledge that things could have been different.
It’s funny really. Even though I already know of several people that could have been a part of what one may call the future I can’t be sad because I can see them happily leading different lives. I mourn not for my loss because it couldn’t have been any other way, I mourn for the time they wasted with me.
True, being alone can seem sad but in the end it’s not so bad, at least you’ll always know where you stand.
Where does it all stem from? The self imposed prison. That’s easy to answer because it comes from my distrust in people… In myself. I’d rather live with that burden secluded and alone than put it on anyone else.