Pondering reality

I can’t go back to her because she’s gone and I can’t move forward cause I’m holding myself back from carrying on.

I get a glimpse of the time that has passed; at first it seems so little until I count the days that have built up, and spot that the accomplishments are very few.

I feel like everyday I’m giving up my culture, I feel like my flesh is being torn apart by social vultures.

I can’t remember when she left or how it happened, it just happened.

I use to hold on to the hope that I would get in touch with her again, but that hope is gone and with it she withers away

My heart is caving inside getting heavier by the hour.

I can’t even pinpoint what’s tearing me apart

I know if I look deeper it’s me and that’s what frustrates me most.

I’m mad I let her become the ghost that haunts me, she haunts my dreams, she haunts my thoughts; I just want to be rid of her

Stopping or reversing time seems sweet to this bitter end

What good would it be; wanting to change the past or forever live in the now when there is so much to do until the days are finally over?

She is gone. You are now, there is no room to move forward if you insist on navigating backwards

Stop being the biggest pon to your own game