No Pulse No Breath No Sign

People make choices that they believe is for the best. For them. For everybody. So maybe we can go on with life. Sometimes we gravely misjudge the clarity of circumstances. Changing what we had before. What we still should be having--for something we believe we could attain that we thought was...more real. Grave misjudgement. I'm looking down from a point somewhere, at some scenic view, wondered, 'why the hell?. Why did I? Why did I ever thought-?'. A weak nod reminds me its been way past that point in time when I could have mended things. When those little moments used to wash away bleak memories. Made me smile. Now it's like feeling hopelessly lost, trying to connect the spaces in between. I let myself have it. I shouldn't have let go...