Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Lurking Beneath Hope.

Destiny,
I fear you for I know not of you,
I am helpless for the very same reason,
I am angered by my helplessness for the fear I have of not knowing you.

There are many desires carried in the hearts of humanity. Why so? Many are left unfulfilled birthing regrets. Regret, a word spoken deeply yet courageously as lightly. A shift of beliefs towards the reality of fate; each being meant to do what's already done in the future. Understanding this would mean ceasing the existence of regret.

Coin this acceptance a bowing out of the fight for ambitions. Dreams be dreams, the manifestation of imaged thoughts by the very core of want.

My desperation is as clear as the sun's reflection upon the open sea.