The draft

I spent my days doodling intricate illusions, believing this world was a canvas of wishes granted, a tapestry of thoughts and dreams. Little did I know, it was all just layers of mistakes, misery, and pain. The darkness that haunts us, the sickness that keeps us awake at night, and the perilous infection known as love—it spreads like wildfire, consuming everything in its path.

In a world frozen by despair and uncertainty, where existence is slowly drained from our souls, I opened the gates to my heart. And I was shown how it feels when it's torn apart by the cruel hands of fate. Every moment was a battle, every breath a struggle to survive in a sea of shattered dreams and broken promises.

In the annals of human experience, second chances, they say, are a feast for fools, a craving for pain. I scoffed, until the whip cracked twice, and denial's stench could no longer mask the truth Not even the fires of hell can erase the wounds; the truth is out there, and we all know it. Betrayal in the shadows hurts because it's unforeseen. It's a different kind of agony when your Judas flips the switch and hands out the knives. The pain cuts deep, a relentless storm that rages within, leaving scars that never fully heal.

I wandered through the ruins of my heart, searching for fragments of what once was. But every step led me further into the abyss, every glance a reminder of what I had lost. The ghosts of love and betrayal haunted me, their whispers echoing through the desolate landscape of my soul. In this barren land, hope was a distant memory, a fleeting dream that vanished with the dawn.

And yet, I held on to the shards of my heart, refusing to let go. For in the end, it's not the falling that defines us, but the rising. Though the wounds may never fully heal, the scars remain as a testament to our strength, a reminder of the battles we've fought and survived.

In case you didn't know,

Everything Changes...

Nothing stays forever

From dust to dust,

From Ashes to Ashes...

That's the summary of a million days in a single strand of words. It's a tale of love, loss, and the relentless passage of time. It's a reminder that life is fleeting, that every moment is precious, and that every decision shapes the course of our destiny.

It is what it is; nothing can change that. But perhaps, in the end, it's not about changing the past, but about embracing the present and forging a future from the ashes of what once was.