Monday, April 18, 2011

Sweet Sorrow

Even as I recline under the setting Florida sun, enjoying the virtues of life in its utter simplicity, I am stricken with a sense of emptiness. No matter how far I run from the past, I cannot escape the memories that plague me, even on my brightest days. To this day, I am enveloped by my bitter grievances over what could have been. What would have been. What should have been.  Distant winds of yesterday blow over me, chilling me with recollections left unforgotten. It has become apparent to me; No matter the circumstances, I shall forever remain miserable at best.

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