something i found in my drawer

the fun thing about regret is envisioning all the alternative scenarios that could have happened. what if i had walked in that way, what if i had said something else, or simply just phrased it differently. slowly this myth unfolds in our mind's eye, playing out like film on screen.

a regretful mind is the most imaginative storyteller and the most detailed. everything is scrutinized, like silk is checked for stains or a slight crimp that could have betrayed its perfection. the smallest (and even non-existent) issue becomes magnified by the heart that regrets.

people try to find all the other paths to take just to bypass regret - thorns are endured to prevent regret, the roughest path is braved so as to leave regret behind, people remain on a path they know will lead them nowhere just so as to stave off regret. inevitably, regret will catch on some way or another - all roads lead to it. yes, different types of regret: some completely black, some frivolous, some seem forgettable - but they all occur nonetheless.

regrets can never be undone. they are dead knots in the fabric of time, scars on the face of love. the only possible way to beat it at its game is to kiss your scars and move on courageously, even if new ones will be made. for one day, your life will lie behind you, and there will be a day when regret will be nothing but the tears on the faces of those you have both kissed and scarred.

it doesn't make much sense to me now at all, and some of the grammar seems horrific. i think i wrote this last year.

+ posted by M @ 1:50 AM