They said we would meet again.
But not like this; at least now what I expected it to be.
I should know that perception hardly coincides with reality and when it does, it's often with the same impact that a speeding vehicle would send to an unsuspecting pedestrian--fast and furious but all the same, unlikely and painful.
It burns inside and that makes it hard to ignore. Like the tiniest of flame glistening and struggling to keep awake amidst a blistering blizzard and ostensibly out of desperation, you willingly fan the flames and feed it fuel, all the more wishing that it can once again bring forth warmth.
Uneventful or not, the same foolery takes precedence over any form of rationality or logic. These occurrences are spontaneous in nature, triggered by memories and an unforgiving personality.
Forgiveness? Or regret? Or just missing, what was had and what could have been had and what was almost had.
And the irony that it brings me back a full circle, riding the carousel of doom. The blinding lights dazzle me and I am lost in this search for sight again. All I can see is the skewed vision of thoughts and the hopeless journey to nowhere.
They say we would meet again.
Felicity aside, it is a dilemma if I would want it at all,
and even more so a paradox if I should speak my mind at all.
