What if my feet never find all the chances that slipped away from my palms? maybe all the prayers will turn into sighs that will never leave my chest. Regrets will sleep next to me perhaps somewhere along the lines. Questions will fill my pillows at night and tears will water them, but no flower will ever bloom.

Life happens only once, they say, and it saddens me that I have let go of too many opportunities. It seems like all those missed opportunities are never coming back, my heart has been breaking since the day I knew how cruel this life can be. And it has never healed, what lies underneath my skin don’t cease to exist. Every fleeting chance fades into thin air, and I can’t get hold of them anymore.

What if all that I have, all I could ever have, have already left me?

What will happen to me? What if I never settle with the one written in the stars for me? What if all the accolades I have accomplished are never enough to keep me company when the swift autumn wind blows? My life is filled with so many unanswered questions but hopefully somewhere along the lines I will find some answers.