you were once self confident. you always knew you had it in you to be someone great. somehow it all changed. stuck now in mediocrity. you often wondered where did it all go wrong? did the endless hours spent go to waste? how did a life that had showed such promise dimmed?

many nights i had spent thinking of you. many nights i came to the same conclusion: that you are better off now. many nights i wondered how things could have changed if everything was the way it was suppose to be.

feelings. they seem a sort of leash that holds you back from doing what you know you ought to do. somehow wishing seems to wound deeper.

disappointments. you can't seem to wave them away. buzzing overhead above you, as if mocking your efforts.

tears. a wasted effort and imaginary attempt to make things better.