I live within the present, but am stuck within the past. I look toward the future, with hopes that never last. I seek consolation, and truth from all the lies. The thoughts that plague my being, as such as I despise. My heart weighs heavy with things that I desire, yet these wishful thinking's shall never be acquired. They say that time heals all past wounds, If this be so, then why am I still consumed. I hope that one day these feelings shall subside, until I start a new life ideal within my eyes. And if it be that I am blessed with a child I call mine, I swear to thee and promise thee to stand by till the end of time.