Désolé pour mes rêves

Gray skies were all we saw today.


I am not fit to decide whether I am fortunate or unfortunate, so much so that I won't even reflect on it for the purpose of this entry.


It's too much for me to decide. It's too much. I used to think I knew, but it seems the more we try, multi facets appear and cause our beliefs to dissipate into mirrors of our lives.


At this moment I with to speak, I need words, music, paint - something - to tell me how I am feeling. I need someone to tell me how I should be feeling. I need someone to reply in the negative.


Today I will not write letters nor sing to myself, because I wouldn't know what I am running from.


I have virtually finished my first composition.


There is so much irony in life.


All we can do is try to have hope for better days.


I will try to amend those things which I have broken.


But truth be told I'm afraid.


I'm not sure what it is that we have left. Is it the future? I'm not sure there is promise in it.


Désolé pour mes rêves - I'm not sorry. Not really.


I am sorry for what everything has become.

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