Fleeing i m a g e s. '

f l e e i n g i m a g e s . ;

in the midst of it all, you strive for that h o p e and l o v e. you don't know what went wrong, tears fill your eyes as you sing that very l a s t song. you soon realize there is hope for an aching heart. you try to see through all the tears, and that's what got us here. you've seen hearts that are made like concrete. you're left inside with doubt and hurt, your life is left with nothing but the memories. Without the memories life is incomplete. We have our past, but in time memories fade. They lose their sharpness we soon need pictures to remind us. These pictures soon become a reflection of who we are today, there just made up bits and pieces from what we can remember of the past. memories are fleeing images, perspectives, and fragments that we spread out and then piece together to make our ' s t o r y . it becomes our life story, it's our history and its used to help make sense of our lives. All of us are flawed, no ones perfect. Some are real , some are fake, some tell lies to make it through the day, we all have to forget what's behinde and move on. you realize what's gone ,and what's left to come. you were in every sense at a loss of words. It's not always about what you miss out on , it's about what you'll never have. you have to let go of it all, it's like holding on to something really tight and then letting go of it, only to watch it fall . ; you have to accept the reality of this all .