Hope and Sorrow
I've been going through a couple rough patches in my life, so I wrote this out a while ago during that period of time.
My eyes grow heavy and diluted with copious amounts of thought. I cannot even begin to comprehend the situation which I have gotten myself mixed into. All I did was take a sip out of the pool of emotion; that of which landed me love. Despite the soft center it may bare, its rough edges prove to be subjective to commitment. I am willing to continue with the voyage; ready and willing to commit. All I want to find is the promise of a future that I was given as a child.
As I had once thought, it is always the short, memorable moments that help drive a person deeper into life; to see where they will end up. I now realize that there can be two different sides of that statement: those memories can either give hope, or sorrow.
Hope brings light into one's life and guides them into a righteous path that will benefit them father into the future. Those happy moments can become strong memories; giving you a necessary uplifting where and when needed. Memories can easily be forgotten with time, but there are always the few that stick out most.
Sorrow is the result of having a memory that will never equate to another instance. Life can always have its good and bad moments, and when they do indeed make themselves present, memories take hold of your sight. You can either reminisce or drown with those stories of your past.
Having love where it never belongs is in the moment I lay on. Restrictions based off of morals and common sense creates a pressure from what peers might judge upon. Love knows no boundaries, but why do some of them actually exist? It's never enough for one being to look at, but it is enough for that being to conquer that obstacle and obtain their goal.