You fear to accept reality and seek refuge in the timely confinement of oblivion. You cling to the sadness of waking up, lamenting the absence of what is no longer by your side.
Without recognizing that it has been your own decision to move away from what gave you the desire to continue, and to plan futures as unattainable as impossible.
All for believing that you can overcome your own space called time. Today, everything seems worse than yesterday where those glances crossed.
For now there are only nostalgia and repressed sensations, filled with a bitter taste where before there was the delicious placebo of desire and passion.
Trapped in the prison of oblivion, you shy away from the reality you are so afraid to face. Longing for that yesterday where glances met, while time mocks your vain attempts to escape.
