Chapter 1
solitude can bring about our miseries,
complacent on what was, the past is empty memories.
what is present when the world is always changing?
do we stay stuck, like a dusty picture hanging?
do we all regret, “that one that got away”?
or is it not so simple, just as “living for today”.
what is love without the hate?
to take a chance we must have faith.
would we know when it’s too late?
is our story not our fate?
