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There's been something that has been bothering me for a while. I was just there minding my own business, and I wouldn't have needed to have anything to do with it if I had known. Lawrence of Arabia once said, that all men dream but not equally, and those who dream at night in the dusty recesses of their mind will inevitably wake to find that it was in vanity, but the dreamers of the day are the more dangerous men for they shall act upon their dreams with open eyes to make them possible. The same thing happened to me not long ago. Out of no where you walked into my life, being equally as lovingly kind and appealing as you are beautiful. As you left, I walked a few steps forward with worded mouth, but the weight caused by the fear of uncertainty only sealed my lips closed. I wasn't ready. Returning home, I naively thought there were second chances, and I did what Lawrence had warned what one must never do. I went to bed to sleep on my decision but I had discovered that someone else had acted upon that dream with open eyes, and I awoke to find that mine was in vanity. I know you're a smart girl, and in the event that you knew secretly or at least had suspicions, you weren't wrong. I'm only an average imperfect human, and I'm no supermen, and these kind of things do happen naturally and we have no control over it. From the day I was born I felt forever victorious and that I shall live to see a hundred. But now after my realization within that millisecond of an instance I felt like a cancer patient who was told he won't live to see thirty. I stare down at my hands and don't see myself getting and younger. The day starts, the day ends, time crawls by. Weeks pass and months pass, seasons fly. And years come and years go, time runs dry and you're not here. Only drifting away if ever so slowly. Left alone to be accompanied only by the memories of all that was my short life lead up to this eventuality, and of the guilt of all the similar opportunities presented to me of which I either acted or chose not to act. only now do I understand the full weight of the consequences of my actions. Hopes and dreams instead of what could have been. Fortune fades like words in the sand and just like that, what happened was nothing it all, it seemed. This is the point of no return. But you've made your choice and me, mine. At the end of the day, you don't owe me a thing and I'm not under the expectation of anything good coming from me telling you all this. Someone else shall pick up the torch where you left off one day, but without you holding it, life feels only like a compromise. So unjustly horrible is the punishment for procrastination, I do not wish it upon even my worst of enemies. Many men would take the death-sentence without a whimper, to escape the life-sentence which Fate carries in her other hand. Lover never dies. For love lives on.

Oh by the time that you read these lines, I'll have left all my sorrows behind. Take me to a new dimension, wake me from the nightmare I live in. These words I say are true, and if this reaches you. Help me through a new tomorrow and save me from drowning in my sorrows. By the time you read this, i'll be picking up the pieces.
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Description
There's been something that has been bothering me for a while. I was just there minding my own business, and I wouldn't have needed to have anything to do with it if I had known. Lawrence of Arabia once said, that all men dream but not equally, and those who dream at night in the dusty recesses of their mind will inevitably wake to find that it was in vanity, but the dreamers of the day are the more dangerous men for they shall act upon their dreams with open eyes to make them possible. The same thing happened to me not long ago. Out of no where you walked into my life, being equally as lovingly kind and appealing as you are beautiful. As you left, I walked a few steps forward with worded mouth, but the weight caused by the fear of uncertainty only sealed my lips closed. I wasn't ready. Returning home, I naively thought there were second chances, and I did what Lawrence had warned what one must never do. I went to bed to sleep on my decision but I had discovered that someone else had acted upon that dream with open eyes, and I awoke to find that mine was in vanity. I know you're a smart girl, and in the event that you knew secretly or at least had suspicions, you weren't wrong. I'm only an average imperfect human, and I'm no supermen, and these kind of things do happen naturally and we have no control over it. From the day I was born I felt forever victorious and that I shall live to see a hundred. But now after my realization within that millisecond of an instance I felt like a cancer patient who was told he won't live to see thirty. I stare down at my hands and don't see myself getting and younger. The day starts, the day ends, time crawls by. Weeks pass and months pass, seasons fly. And years come and years go, time runs dry and you're not here. Only drifting away if ever so slowly. Left alone to be accompanied only by the memories of all that was my short life lead up to this eventuality, and of the guilt of all the similar opportunities presented to me of which I either acted or chose not to act. only now do I understand the full weight of the consequences of my actions. Hopes and dreams instead of what could have been. Fortune fades like words in the sand and just like that, what happened was nothing it all, it seemed. This is the point of no return. But you've made your choice and me, mine. At the end of the day, you don't owe me a thing and I'm not under the expectation of anything good coming from me telling you all this. Someone else shall pick up the torch where you left off one day, but without you holding it, life feels only like a compromise. So unjustly horrible is the punishment for procrastination, I do not wish it upon even my worst of enemies. Many men would take the death-sentence without a whimper, to escape the life-sentence which Fate carries in her other hand. Lover never dies. For love lives on.

Oh by the time that you read these lines, I'll have left all my sorrows behind. Take me to a new dimension, wake me from the nightmare I live in. These words I say are true, and if this reaches you. Help me through a new tomorrow and save me from drowning in my sorrows. By the time you read this, i'll be picking up the pieces.
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More original art pieces by, yours truly! Feel free to support me by purchasing a print!