• Is it complete truth? Doused in these memories, I just can't see straight. My eyes have gotta' be breaking. It's hard to be blind to well kept secrets, when all I can see is the soul.It's really not what it's made up to be, but I know I can fend here for my own. I never wanted to see that, never wanted to be that. I'll find my happiness in a life I could never regret. The day begins to break, and I can feel the sweat run across my face. Knowing that I wouldn't say, the things that race around my thoughts. Chasing the dream could be worth my time, but could I really handle it? I couldn't bring myself to say, I couldn't fight it on my own, but not that it mattered anyway. I thank you and I'll be moving on.