Denial

A losing game played at it's best ,perfectionism ever so pure in the midist a cloud of scenes aback... talk about regret none the less ...like a never ending song an ear worm i was left with ...a replica of what was or is to be ???who knows ...watching from a distance in awe occasionally it would be a source for nerve wrecking ,soul drenching pain what was originally a day dream now starred into the horizon ,my horizon . I could see it like a spring in the desert the fresh scent of the waters ever so fresh gulped it down from within it actually killed me ...the same joy and excitement it gave me resulted to my own death ...a potion i cooked up myself ...it's just not something you take .All along aligment ,the chakras they all knew ...they seem to do everytime created a mirage ...die ,reincarnate i would do it over and over again .