We create the problem,
By assuming things,
Which didn’t exist.
Believing in things that never happened,
Loving things that were never there…
Time romanticizes the past,
Believing in things,
Making things up,
Which never actually was there.
Rather what we desire them to be.
Time allows for the imagination,
Into that which we desire most.
It is painful to feel,
Feel the hurt,
Feel the pain,
We make believe.
Thinking it is something,
Something completely different,
It was not of that nature.
Yet such beauty,
The beauty of life,