An Endless Circle

One thought constitues another entire realm of thought. This is how things are now.

Running away from something that is already ahead of me. Running. All I want to do is stop. Face the music. Why can I not? Because I fear the road ahead, although I sprint down the road blind, disregarding all I run into. It's a cycle that none can escape. Running in circles. The worst feeling you can ever feel...going nowhere. Lately, it seems that is just what I have done. Gone nowhere. Backwards, even. When I try to seek refuge, I am merely hunted down by fate's ugly fortune and forced to seek shelter elsewhere. The truth is - there is no shelter. Where could you go? Who is to be trusted? No one is to say for sure.

What I'd do for a hint.

Fortune has not treated me too kindly. An opportunity held so dear, slipping away from your very fingertips. To feel the smooth surface grace your skin and then to be ripped away like the strings of one's heart. Yet again, a terrible feeling to feel. But yet, I still remain happy. Haha, emotions. They seem to always get the best of me. Contradicting everything I say with another figment of my brain that flutters away to another thought, and makes me feel better or worse about a situation. I don't understand why I do this...but I surely do.

I'm a stranger to myself.

But I know things will become better. They always do. Something comes around and enchants every aspect of my life until I have nothing to complain about. That is the picture perfect image; however as we all know nothing can achieve perfection. Yet this is what I shall still stride for, regardless of its impossible nature. I can predict what happens next, also. Call me a prophet, but I've seen it all too many times. I'll encounter disappointment, cower at its force, and crumble like the ruins of a battlefield. Wash, rinse, repeat. It's a cycle. A circle.

An endless circle, in which no one can form sides out of.