who we are.

the choices we make shape our life,

and who we are depends on those choices as well.

but in the end all that matters is,

how we lived so those fragile moments in life.

for that is all we are.

road trips.

sometimes they are the most fun time one can ever have. but as the journey goes on and on, and the talk is less and less, the journey becomes too long. never ending. nothing as far as the eye can see. boredom soon overtakes all.

time.

we always seem to have too much or too little of it. either racing forward to catch up, or shuffling along in hopes to take some of it up. time, in reality, is never on our side. its always doing things on its own, without us controlling it.

addiction.

it eats away at you. your very soul is being beaten. desire rules your very being. addiction is a hard thing to control...a monster that destroys your defenses. it's this monster that makes it hard for you to admit your addiction. and when you do admit it, feelings that you avoided finally come crashing down. perhaps that's why hardly any of us admit we have addictions...it just hurts so much.

hiding.

she sat in the corner.

head down.

trying to hide.

to get away from it all.

only to find out,

loneliness is a crushing weight.

regrets.

they arent fun to live with. one second you are fine...the next...you have all these regrets pressing on you. they eat you up inside. chomp chomp chomp. they eat you from the inside till they find a way out. then the shame comes...the embarassment...the tears.

those days.

there are those days where you are inexplicably happy. you dont know why...only that you are so happy that nothing can ruin your day. a smile is ever present on your face. a cheerful swagger is in your walk. you greet all who pass you. you are happy.
then there are those days where you cant enjoy anything. the fake smile cant even make an apperance on your face. you eyes are a winter storm. shoulders hunched...you walk...everyone avoiding your path. you are so sad.
which day is this one?