i think

what is suppose to be will be

what is not to be wont be

"Restless minds; curtain calls follow fanfares
Troubled hearts; just a walk down the hall
Restless hearts; you take a punch just to land one
Troubled minds; it's only fair after all" ~ GD

a choice was made, i dont understand it but i accept it, but it doesnt mean im satisfied by it.
because somehow i know that it is not the heart's true desire.
knowledge of familiarity? or gut instinct? or perhaps just blinded by my own insecurities?
it saddens me to see it crumpled and absorbed and worse still unavailable to me.
but however much it cuts into me, its not my choice
and that is the crux of it. its not my choice.