None may see it as I do a feeling or emotion, a regret in a moment of chance. An unknown solution or decision not yet made, but faintly decided. Told by others and forced by some to hide a part of who Ive become. Half of what is missing is closer then I can see, but even more unattainable. Can passion be prevented. Is what has been accepted by some unacceptable to those that matter. Before me it lies, an inch, a foot, a step away. But yet my limbs, my legs are unable to reach. Stretching, grabbing crawling and yet an inch has become a mile is it an illusion. A mirage to a new found oasis. Can a dream be real or do nightmares only filter into my reality. Can my outstretched arms embrace who I am or who Ive become. Or will this part of me stay hidden, beyond the horizon bathed in the shadows. Emotions run deep, some like a river. Others like a volcano, just waiting to erupt, hidden between rock and rubble. A heat inside, waiting to destruct most of what lays before it. Can life really be this hard. Is the universe attempting to enlighten me, with these fears that have been laid upon me. Or does it want me to fight for what is mine, for what I believe is a part of me. I need to know whats missing, I need to be whole. As lain before me an emotional fork in the road, one path uncharted as I question were it is Ill go. Lifes never too easy and not always rough. So I head to the darker side, with gray skies above
