I Forget.

How far would you go to redeem yourself? How far would you go to earn that love once banished? How far would you look to find the reasons you had, and never consider them again?

Welcome to another rant.

It's been one of the most eventful years of my life, and I don't know how or why, but I learnt quite a few things. And I'd share them with you if I knew how to.

There are things I would have taken back, or some that I would wish could be taken back. I wish I could take back things for other people, because their suffering reveals the ugliness in me.

How much better would it have been if I could help, if I could assist someone through their hurt. Does change affect people that much? Can we stop change from affecting us? Can we change the results of change?

Doves with twisted wings. Love with twisted promises. Misery with twisted outcomes; usually change.

Have you ever wondered about this thing called regret? No, neither have I, and I regret not grabbing the opportunities I had, not accepting things I could have.

Can we get those chances back? Can we try and ask for one more answer, just one, and question ourselves?

Would we dare to?

Love is a great maze. The people in it are lost. And their only exit is the entrance.

But some stay in the maze. Not quitting. Braving the pain of despair. And their exit, is the exit.

Love until forever.

A promise thats promised. Half of them are lies.

All lies.

And inconsideration to the hurt. Pain wearing a mask of depression. Pain and depression.

But no-one notices the joy. The short-lived joy that comes so often, and yet, it's not enough. And when you begged time to fly, in anticipation of a great event, you would never notice the regret you would have in the future.

And still, no-one notices the joy. The little verbal errors people make in everyday conversation, the little words that make someone's day, the fun you have when you fall down when you play football, when you trip over your own tricks, when you dance away your misery, when you laugh when no-one hears you.

No-one notices the joy.

When depressions come, they come at once, they hit you in the chest. But never should you allow them to change you.

Which is my biggest regret this year.

However, there have been many things I don't regret, and I'm very thankful for. My arms, my legs, my parents, my home.

But what never struck me was the loss I would have to face, in the loss of one of these things, and fear has overriden the hope, which is another regret I have this year.

The wind took me away.

Bounties of regret, bounties of pain, bounties of love, bounties of joy, condensing into memory.

How far would you go to redeem yourself? How far would you go to earn that love once banished? How far would you look to find the reasons you had, and never consider them again?