long gone. and never ever be able to look back.
thats how realistic life is.
mistakes, regrets. biting you, gnawing your bones out.
even if eventually, these bitings do stop, the mark remains, the vivid memories of pain remain.
you would never get it away.
haunting you, terrorizing you.
thats what sickens me.

time. that strong invisible gust of power
maybe we'll learn in time to come.
maybe we'll look back,
maybes and maybes