The past is but an untraceable footfallIt appears in intervals and pushes us back in timeIn those moments of grief and then suddenly vanishes.Its often dark and ruthless.It baffles our thoughts and seizes our peace of mind.By making us recollect our failures our buried expectationsAnd our shattered dreams It only gives way to fleeting tears leaving us with fruitless guilt.It wrecks our present and ruins our futureAnd thus should be left where it is meant to beIt should be left behind

And much like the despairity of the woman who can never bear children my dreams can never bear fruit. They are the mountains I can never climb.The hurdles I can never leap.The seas I can never cross. The skies I can never look up to.Yet I adopt them. Unblemished.Guilt-free.

And in that moment he realised that even though the dreams theyd seen together hoped for and believed in had come true it wasnt enough. It was far from reality which was lonesome and woeful. And conceived that love had no lastingness it was brief and momentary. It wasnt the cherishable sensation spoken of in movies and written in books rather a delusion inclined on ruining the very spirit giving way to mournfulness and disappointment.

Someday the people we know are acquainted to become the people we knew. They leave. They leave to pursue the opportunities laid down in their paths and they leave on account of misunderstandings.Their absence causes a vacuum a space an incompleteness which we believe no one can fill. But someday someone eventually does and that someone rekindles our hopes for companionship until the circle continues and is ultimately intervened by the permanence of death.The future is alarming as atrocious as the past. And the friendship the love the memories either remain in our hearts cherished or are forgotten like an undeserving dream.Everything eventually fades away either for the better or worse.Someday the people we know are acquainted to become the people we knew.But then again that someday is not today and so we must be a little more appreciative for the moment for the times for the present because someday everything is going to change.