As time is forever fleeting we grasp and cling onto the old faded memories, forgetting to look forward to the new ones.
We move on looking for new love to blossom and grow, less we forget it was planted in pain and sorrow we had to endure, to fertilize the ground work.
Often my tales unfold with mistakes I've never learned from.
Begging at new opportunities that linger at every new glance or brushed finger tip.
Pain fills my body with guilt as lust consumes my thoughts as I go back out into the wild, Looking for everything I ever wanted while it waits at home asking me where I've been...