Between the doubts that cripple me and the truth that inevitably exsits I find it hard to think of any sort of solution to this perplexity. No longer do I have the ability to blindly trust what has given me life and now am forced to look upon thee with disdain and misery. This enigma that plagues my mind seems to find a way to counter my every line, for a second after solving this I will realize I have been fooled again into believing my own dilusions of bliss. What I had has forsaken me and so rendered me helpless in this sea of doubt for I no longer have lifeline about. Please forgive my misery, it is not intentionally that I burden thee. I look upon your shining face what beauty in such disgrace, tell me you still can see what we had and what used to be. Was I insane to think that such wonderful beauty was a reality? Tell me that you were always there, reaching out but I never cared, if so then let me say that I will make up for it everyday after this and never look upon thee with remiss.
