Ｉ ｈａｔｅ ...

"Sunday afternoon starring out into what seemed to be an eternity of laughter and rebellion suddenly crashed into sounds of goodbyes. As we went our separate ways all I had to take were memories of what seemed to be one of my most apprehensive days, dishonoring my conscious. the ride back home was an almost uneasy feeling. I tried holding back guilty expressions and mastered the art of deceiving, not a very good thing if you ask me. That night my dreams were full of regretting thoughts of never asking and never telling. I tried shaking my thoughts but my regret had taken over most parts of my mind and eyes.The next morning I woke up half swell and swollen and never thought about how my night could've changed if I just gave my positivity a chance to sleep with me.A week later i enter a place full of differents and uniques and at random moments I see the people I love most. I channel my inner 'happy to be here' and brushed off negatives.I still try. Tonight I sleep on a bed of hopes and dreams and wishes to be with and to be who. I dreamt with a man who spoke with eloquence and I fall deeper and deeper. The sun slowly rises and my cynosure is slowing fading." ~ REZZA