Indecisive

Among those new faces you try to find peace. Among those concrete jungles you try to find your dwelling.

Then you find a person and then another. Slowly, you find yourself sorted and confine yourself within a definite set of people.

These are your own people now. You look forward to sharing the best moments with them and living the best stories with them.

You expect. You don't get. You regret. You are defeated.

It takes a little thing to bring the old memories back. That little spark which ignites a wildfire inside you. A wildfire of regret.

You should have seen. You should have known. You shouldn't have lost all the time that was precious.

The past is a glorious phase drifting away from you each passing second. The present is going to be a vicious cycle of expectations and defeats, the kind you wanna escape.

The past is dormant, it gives no sign of life. The present is alive, summoning you to surrender yourself.

The past is the bitter truth. The present is a sweet lie.

But the mind is fickle and impulsive. It would probably come back to life after drinking the sweet poison the present has to offer.