Is the past that haunts our dreams and memories, or are they gone, like shadows without light? We look away from the pain we caused to ourselves and others and yet continue to punish ourselves for it. As if the torture was not enough. But those little darlings remain the same. Tiny darlings we call our own with a sudden sense of pride. And are we worthy of the love we once called our own. Those little stings that never go away. Out of the darkness, into the light without thought or reason. We are healed by that ever lasting pain.
And now we follow the dream that never was. But not to fret, it is in the forefront of our emotional core, of who we are. And that sorrow defines us as much as the joy and exhilaration of falling in love.
So they walk hand in hand, as lovers do. For each would perish without the other.
Tears of joy trickle down your face just like those when your heart is broken and the road seems to have end.
to be continued...