from one who was blanketed

dissappointment breeds hopelessness. for whereupon you once understand something so well, and it keeps biting you to have you realise that maybe it is not worthy of any contemplation of awaiting for. for you think of it as being unworthy. for why should it be, when you realise that it is no longer worth your time of day, as it has not given you any time of day.

tired and drained. you figured the best way out is freezing yourself in the zone of sedation. sedated form you are. for it blocks out all forms of feelings, inclusive of dissappointment which has brought upon this point.

right is what you have. choice is what you have made.

all, that is left....one soul that was blinded by its own self-indulgement that has put you on that pedastal so high, stuck in admiration, forgotten to have let you down on ground. something that has to be done. for you are human. forgotten that you were, in all its awe of admiration.

now, left with remorse and regret for failing. failing and leading to point of dissappointment and hopeless sedation.

only with two words left...

sorry. love.