Thoughts wander to a time when things were different. Time punishes us with deeds that had to be done. But at what price? Not to speak of inner peace, when memories turn like screws in the rotten mind. Only the mortar of endorphins holds the facade together.
Regret.
It eats through every good day, every ray of sunshine, every smile. The Damocles sword that slides a little deeper towards our heads day by day, threatening to slay us in its ice-cold rawness.
Regret.
One moment to the next it leaps at you like a wild animal, leaving you with nothing but a trembling shiver in the face of your dismay.
You may try to suppress it, but at night it creeps into your bed and whispers cold words in your ear through your pillow.
Just one look, one word can be enough to drive them into your brain twists and make you wish you had never lived.