I can only hope that happy moments will repeat, but until then, I have those moments that I dare to remember, to recall. The moments that I can cherish until it becomes too painful to bear that that day is long gone.

Laying within someone’s arms, it’s inexplicable. In a way it erases your past, your mistakes. But only in that moment…

I can only pray that one day those arms will encircle me again, and make my life that much more bearable. 

But during the hardships of life, the up and downs of life, I will still have that moment. And I thank you, for giving me that.

Pain tolerance is mostly relative to the strength of the person to experience it. Oh sometimes i wonder… How much pain can I really take? Mentally or physically. How much degradation and slow decay. But I suppose I won’t know until I’ve finally broken.
Mistakes, they say it’s the past. They have passed. But those people convince themselves that mistakes pass to live with themselves. It takes strength.
Death is a form of solace; a release, a heaven. Life is a constant reminder of those mistakes and joys you’ve experienced as a mortal.
Is it really weak to seek death as you’re done with the highs and lows of life.

The emptiness is perpetual. The gap will never close. 

But we can turn away and forget about it… we can pretend it was never there and that we were once or always whole.

I guess it was meant to be so…
There are needs of mine that you can’t meet
And there are standards of yours that I cannot reach.
Wishes are meant to fade
As dreams are meant to be forgotten