She would curse....
Feelings define themselves in the feelings that ray from our persons. She listens to a familiar song to which she was introduced to by him. Whether it is that memory, or the words, she is comforted. In times when she feels alone and dependent upon only herself, when she can smile because herself would listen.
Holding on to feelings that had to end, to memories that aren’t those of real emotion.
She is Letting go of the past and opening herself up for the future, for the great things that may be creeping her way, but is the route she should have taken?, is that the right perspective to adopt?.
Welcoming another into her life span, into her daily busy lifestyle bringing its pleasures, its comforts and its carefulness. Yet unmanageable.
She still feels alone, He can’t always be by her side. When life is looking bright, in every aspect, when she feels high from just being proud. When life deals you fair and beautiful opportunities, why not jump for them?
After the moulding of sadness, the ability to make a decision seems to disappear within the tears shed.
Where would she start apologising.
"She has ignored whom had cared and watched over her, close to her and somewhat part of her" .Inseparable, until she breaks the runnings, the tracks. She notices, recognises. All she would need to do for all of her comfort to be gone is… to snap her fingers.
Does this feeling overwhelm her? Is it this all?
Her selfishness, lost all feelings of contentment, she is alone once again, though this time herself would not listen. She had brought the guilt and agony onto herself. She hurt him, and herself.
That familiar song brings memories of which triggers me to write, my contact is worth nothing, there is nothing I can add. Her apologies have condensed into nothing, a wet trail of tears.
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