In my solitude, the most vivid imagination has no choice but to force itself into a charismatic overload.
Life makes me wander past oblivion, where the dew is still fresh with optimism.....
It gets dark and the weight of my sins get heavy, but with repentance the load gets lighter...I still believe it will and it does......
It's not everyday I get the chance to reflect on my life...its present course....the friends I've made along the way......the lovers I've let go....the lovers who currently want me....and of course love itself.......
My memories aren't exactly concrete and 100% accurate, but at least more of them are in the process of being made......
On a side note.....let me just say this....and you know who you are too....I don't love you....I don't exactly love as other people do....that's something you'd have to discover on your own........you couldn't even hold my interest! I grew so bored with you! And now you still want to talk, but there's nothing to talk about. I hate people who can't take the hint lol.
In my solitude, I become greater than I could ever say or act upon. It's not about being around people. Sometimes it's about being alone to reveal your character-what you are when no one's watching.