Most people reflect of the bad times at if to allow them to mold them... When it's the good times that does the capabilities hold what's been lent... As the digging into the memories is the worst place ever go... Not knowing that's only the negative mind still hating the feeling in being alone... There's thoughts that catch smiles with a chuckle that's given joy time to time... As they're shunned to exist as a piece of one's life... Afraid to admit the good moments were worth the heartache of truths that set them free... On another level of freedom knowing self a lil better than the everlasting daydreams... Embedded in the head as a fault instead of life... Unable to accept shit happens when things change before the eyes... Giving a new chance for fresh beginnings that mean more to worth coming alive n willing to live... Use is known within the tickle in the ribs... Shown through the images that created the passion we seek... Giving anything for the better to stay for once n put to rest the refusals of wants never turning in to needs... Aggravating there mindset die to no one seems every let go of what simply wasn't meant to be... Lost in the reality of their own lonely dreams... Unable to admit the fun they've had along they way by attempting delete the past... As it's a learning process to be remembered for life moves so fast...
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