There are times where I feel like fate is still working and sorting through my mess of a life. Can this really be it? Is this all that I'm working for? Sometimes, nostalgia creeps in; it soaks into every fiber of my soul and waits. It waits until the day I let my guard down so that it can work at its full control. I want to drop out of my life sometimes, maybe one day, wake up and realize the whole life I knew was a lie. Would I find happiness then? There are so many things beyond our control, but everyone else thinks it's only up to us to change, to change what?
"Hazel eyes staring into mine, let me lose control, touch my skin, just let go. Your smile was mine, but it’s not anymore. My tears fall in my dreams reminding me of all the feelings, all the feelings we never dare to say. Hazel eyes, why can't I let you walk away? Torment. Guilt. Regret. Hazel eyes why do you make me feel this way? Why can't it be like our, once, childish days? Envy. Dreams keep telling me to let go, how do you let go when once you forget; they reappear in your dreams? How can I forget the things I want to not feel? Oh Hazel eyes, you make me feel warm. You make me feel like the whole sky is on fire. Can I not cry anymore? Can I forget that you tried? Can I forget that I was blind? Let me let go. Hazel eyes staring into mine, let me let go."
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