266th Post

Another night.

Behind the veil of silence.
Coated with the blood of the fallen.

Filled to the brim.
With the blood of the innocent.

But yet.
Another thought.
Gnaws at me.

Alcohol.

A mere temporary refuge.
From what we are afraid to face.

I guess.

Sometimes we do make crazy choices.
Only to regret them later on.
And to cloud our afterthoughts with alcohol.

Of course.
We do wonder.

What do we have to do.
To make the other party stand up and notice us.

To treasure us.
To never inflict any more hurt.

Point taken.
We can never undo the past.

And the memories will remain.

No matter how hard we try to run.
They will always catch up with us.

And so.

We either advance along with time.
Or.
We fade away with time.

Which one are you?