Bruised Sorrow

Why are the right choices the ones that hurt the most? The ones that you stray away from, the ones that conscience compels you towards but leaves you empty and full of bitterness and resentment.

Maybe we need the pain, the suffering and hurt to allow us to truly appreciate beauty and bliss.

I wish I had the faith to beLIEve.

---

days merge into one.
memories turn to dreams.
the haze of future's path.
dazed and confused.
sorrow all tired and bruised.

Retinal.