Isn't it...

Isn’t it funny, how we see things differently?
Isn’t it odd, how we lie to believe?
Isn’t it something that the end can actually be a beginning?

Doors open “and” close.

Why don’t we get the option to choose when to open and when to close?
Why can't we choose the right and not the wrong?

Sanity is a comfortable lie.

These are those moments.

These are those moments you have lost in time and have opened to pretending.

I look back on those years and watch the veins of memories slowly disappear.

We've made SO much of forgetting.

Watching as the principles of love dissipate down that hallway we called home.

We have come together and split apart, all the while pummeling into a million jagged splinters of destiny's past.

There are those "things" worth fighting for, dying for, crying for...

...apparently I wasn't one.