One, two, three they came floating

The ghosts of my wrong decisions

Reminding me of those moments in the past years and months that I had no right being wrong

Reminding me that those decisions rest squarely in the palm of my hands and I decided to go left instead of right. But did I know better?

I think I did. I’m almost sure of it. Circumstantialy however, maybe I didn’t know. Brutally honest, I think I was being blindly idealistic as I usually am.

I can never seem to find my realist lenses when I need them. And truth is, I’ve worn these optimist ones since forever. Now my vision is a bit blurred and I wonder if will see another day.

Long live decisive indecision and platonic romances. Makes no sense right. All the same as long live the writer of this piece.

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