Time will pass, emotions will past. And then it will all be history. The memories. The passion. The connection. History. Attempts to rehash the broken, and fix the tarnished, re mold the forgotten, and bring up the present, creation is mystical illusions manifested in our visions. I just want to see. Sight is simple. Life is complex. the answer isn't always no or yes. And there it remains unsaid. Sometimes what is unspoken really matters more. And actions never can speak the truth of conscious love. Or can they! Conviction manifested through speech, desire to be all you can be, lead! Lead! And breaking off the track, seems like retreat. Around obstacles and defeat. Inside thought never fully become complete, failure to expose the elite, and then all are left aside. Curbs! Catching reasons to be behind, not on time, and involved in life! And yet the writings speak more than I can, the words put together so eloquently, flow better that I can, and express my emotions in ways that my patience has given up on. That my heart won't skip beats for , anymore. Anymore love left inside me that I am able to stay by the side of those that need me, but flee me, use me, but abuse me, though they say they love me? Consistency? Showers of apology, missed by I love u, and good bye. Phone calls end with silence and question, from beginning it was wrong. We're simply off, track. Broken love song. Foundation slanted by distractions and burden of truth remains, where is the change? Aware of the priority, conscious of the stories, and issues never seem more greater than before me, why now, why worry! Content with your expectations of things just being, but not satisfied with time invested being wasted, and seconds keep ticking for me to make a decision. Living for the love of you was past the days of now, and it seems all a burr looking back at the ground.. Cracked, and shaken, our foundation. Missing. And its comes back around, on me, wishing this was all different. Happily after stress and separation, joined by hip and pro creation, spiritually connected by god given, good willing, and loving the other a tad more than self. But life is complex. The answer isn't always no or yes. Sometimes maybe jus means prove it to me, I can't explain how I'm feeling....... But this too shall past. And become history. My words mark history.