Patterns

The dreaded time bomb ticks once more. I am still unsure if i have learned to deactive it and have a better life.  Perfection does not exist. Road signs are blurred as of the moment. My heart racing against its own pulse. I am anxious. A look back yesterday will give me reasons to smile in the future, it is all i have. As I face uncertainty, the light of hope dims.  Darkness awaits me. For all that has transpired, i will be forever grateful.  I am still a fool. Silence.