As my time draws near
I sit and think of the past
trying to make peace with it all

Unsaid words plagued my mind
The fear of never being able to
made me reach out one last time

Now here we are
playing a game of chance and limbo

unsure what to do next
after our hearts poured out for one another

a simple game
a simple dance
a story left unfinished

will this be the end to my story
or is it just another chapter altogether?

I wish I were dead.
But not really dead, just unfeeling.
Unfeeling of pain, unfeeling of love,
unfeeling of all of the above.
But I resist everday
and stay alive.
Hoping and praying
I'll stop feeling dead inside.

going home isn’t always
returning to a place.
sometimes
it is returning to yourself.

Full of hatred,
This garden is bloomed
Full of dreams ,only becoming abandoned
I hung myself at the stake of poisonous expectations.

He had a dream about a co-worker it was weird to him. She came into him but he didn't feel or see it that way. Always supportive of others she would get engaged to someone. He was happy for her wishing her the best as she would leave to a new job. He didn't like change it was it was hard for him.
He was loyal to people most come and go like the seasons he was disconnected hard to adapt scared to rely and depend on anyone. He would have to work harder to it all himself. He hated how he waited and held back. He learned to not force things but let them happen naturally it was different.
Time changes everything from what he knew mostly being open to change and growth.