Monday, April 26, 2010

When I read between the Lines

I see what I want to see,
I see what I am afraid to see,

I see my dream far away
or is everything else becoming nearer
The only thing I am not sure I ever get to see is... Reality

I read into my situations all my hopes and dreams. The heart is just a wild animal and logic and reason cannot deter it from what it has felt and seeks above all things to feel again. Bound by memory of the past, the shadow world of false hope entices me to pause and exhaust all ways around to find the happy ending. Trading what is real and less than perfect for the hope that never quite materializes is like a phantom that beguiles and tantalizes every waking thought and even sneaks into dreams. Yet letting go of that hope is like letting go of all chance to ever feel again the truest passion I will ever know.
So I won't, because I can't.

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