Chronicles of a HeadCase

In all this time, some of us fade into the cruel world and rarely is it our choice in who is taken and who isn’t. The weak is never forgiven but the terrified are the ones that make the weak weaker. We have so much to prove and so much to wait for in this only lonely life. Yet, we believe we know ourselves all so well, but very few people ever do know who we are nor who we were. Friends and families are the strangers that make knowing us feel more like who we are supposed to be… I have to let my chances go by, I have to give my hand to fate and take pause in the fluttering wings of life that make us feel like captured frames in these fleeting moments. We won’t go through this again, but will live it forever playing in our memories, again and again… and when the clouds start to close in, I will not feel what may be and understand that the wheel will spin so I will always be the stranger in this strange world. May the stage always be decorated in crimson and velvet so that our audience will always know to take those chances and keep that wheel spinning for that never ending last dance.