I live without fear, but I have so many regrets. Looking at my reflection in the mirror. Seeing myself in glass, first I know, I am flesh, a being without permanence, no lasting time, no pretense. Having lived through many lifetimes in few years, I have nothing to show for it. All there is, is love, hope, and regret. I can repent, I can pretend, but, all I really have is tears. Nothing else. There is nothing left.
So do I go forward, if I regret? Do I continue and make the same mistakes, because I am unable to change? Why do I bother, in the face of all I do, that wounds me, wounds others. If I regret, why do I go on, into oblivion?
“In their images they had thought to find some small immortality but oblivion cannot be appeased.”
