history

history repeats itself like rain running down a window. like watching your dream through a window being the outside, being on the outside and seeing your breath mask the transparent view. you continue to comfort others, watching them walk away hand in hand. just for tonight can i just get lost. feel the care, passion and love for someone who feels the same. may it only be for a day, even if for just a split second just so the words shared to others can be words of experience and not just from the perspective of a continuous onlooker. to wake up in the dream, to do the things only movies can portray, for the happiness of others, for butterflies to fly, for hearts to melt and worries be diminished. loneliness can be as harmful as immortality to love and more along the lines of sharing your treasures buried at the bottom of the heart, the precises moments the mind recalls over and over in silence and black and white. in my eyes it can’t be compared. i wonder when i star at people strolling, sitting and staring if its all real or a fantasy we were brought up to believe in. can anything be that perfect, be that on point, be that true. theres a possibility. that all ive known is all i wanted. history repeats itself like rain running down a window, like watching your dreams through a window, being on the outside and seeing your breath mask the transparent view.