Possibilities

November 28, 2005

It’s not very often I let my mind travel back to the place. The realm of possibilities. It dwells on the past constantly. Wishing for it, wanting it back. I only look at the present as it gradually slips away with time to become the past. All I see are the things no longer alive, In my world, all I know is what has been.

It used to be only him. He was all I wanted to complete me and I knew it. It was a long time before I found myself in the arms of someone else. Enveloping myself in those arms, I tried to make him into what I wanted. But somewhere inside that process, I grew to love who he was as well. And then, in my inability to stop living in the past, I lost him too. And now I’m in two places, in millions of pieces. Unsure. Afraid.

So I’ll go back to that place of possibilities. But only in my mind. Dreaming is easier than having to be open.