Love, the beautiful tragedy.

I had an interesting dream last night. The details are hazy but I remember the importance of it. It was just an unconscious reminder of what I cannot have. Oh don’t you worry…I will not pry myself on the matter anymore then I should. But it has surfaced a dilemma…One I cannot ignore.

Its 1:30 in the morning and I’m having myself a bowl of Raisin Brand cereal. Something is not right with me. *sighs* I remember eating Raisin Brand with my grandmother when I was young. I wish I could have shared more memories with her but unfortunately her time here was cut short. Or so it seems…but I guess God saw that her time here was completed.

I wish I had someone to confide my thoughts and feelings with…Why is it such a difficult task? Is the fault my own? I fear its turning me into a bitter person. Maybe it’s just late and my mind is indulging itself in a dramatization of my uncertainties.


11 a.m. and I finally decide to begin another day without you
Fix myself some breakfast that I neglect to eat
Oh but there’s already so much on my plate

That I can barely think straight
Thoughts of you clutter my mind

And I can’t help but remember the old times
You were standing right there
And it was ever so clear
Your eyes told the story of a tragedy

We stayed up late talking about love
And how it can take on any form
Never let it slip by
(Slip by)

It ended with a goodnight kiss
Better luck next time
Forced to say good-bye
I better not let her see me cry

Oh but it only gets worse with time
The pain of missing her never fades
Brace yourself for it’s another day