My Last Day

Distance may not make the heart forget, but time is able to heal all wounds.



Running away may not solve the issues at hand but i feel the need to get away... Soon



I am not perfect nor do i pretend to be, and as i wake upon this last day out towards the window i see...



There may have been a time where i could've been free...



Saved myself the trouble of gaining...



A false hope



Of living a lie.



But love is a drug and i was on this amazing high.



i look out the window and i realized i seemed to have forgotten



There were signs, signals, memos that deep down i had spotted.



i am a victim.. Yes



But i am no saint.... Human



I made my fair share of mistakes too.



I look out this window and i write this to you.



For what its worth it was a hell of a ride.



But its time for reality to kick in.



Time may heal all wounds...



But distance will be my protective skin



So as i look outside this window, i merely remember



Although there is no closure, that im able to embrace



My goodbye is in this thought....



On this my last day.