grieving for a missed opportunity

I missed him,
i missed my chance for conversating
i missed the voice of one crying in the wilderness
i missed the life that he carried
i missed the taste of justice in the air
i missed the sound of ignorance being defeated
i missed it, but now i must live it

in this life as well as many others, you will find the binds of true lies that combines with reality and obscures creativity, leaving you with no clarity to replicate the divinty

unimaginable dreams

I've lost faith in hopelesssness, the stress of not knowing has given way to no longer doubting, or spouting disbelief, chief resident skeptic has been evicted.
Twisting dreams into reality, soultorq, worked in the past, now casts on ankles to allow healing while stealing glances at reforming bones from stones too heavy to lift, causing rifts in my otherwise strong calcium deposits.
there are most things that i don't get while the others are clear as glass. past tense with a sense of memory caught in the middle of an oasis, no basis for escape off my island of complacency albeit things drift on the shore to alleviate my boredom, the rain still comes.

from this day forward

from this day forward, i don't look too far back. just enough to see that i made past that crack, that crack in the ground that was determined to drown me in apathy