It's an odd feeling to stare off in the middle of life and see your entire situation come stepping all over your heart. It pulls you away from the present and the future and past collide. You continue breathing and living in a today that you genuinely wish was yesterday. The only hope I find is in tomorrow because it never comes but I really wish it would. Maybe tomorrow would contain a different scenario that could save me from the hypnotization. In this I can only pray my way through. As the storm continues to pass by, I only grow tired.
I remember the way it used to be. Now it's something else and I can't get myself to understand why. I've lost the ability to battle the way I once did. If I turn around will I see I already passed the finish line? Or am I still in the race? Maybe my tomorrow will finally be today. Maybe love will show the difference it made. Maybe love will be enough. Can this finally all just be...over?
I will remain in high hopes that through my colloquy of heart to confession, you will come to thoroughly penetrate the very entity of my enduring fidelity.
