i am haunted by the remnants of what once was, the echoes of choices that have left their mark on my soul. every thought is clouded by memories that replay like silent films in the quiet corners of my mind, each scene a poignant reminder of paths taken and chances forever lost. the weight of regret is a constant companion, a heavy cloak that transforms every moment into a reminder of what could have been.
in the stillness of the night, when the world retreats into darkness, the past unfolds before me with relentless clarity. i see the faces of those i’ve hurt, the opportunities that slipped away, and the tender moments that were marred by error. these recollections are not just lessons but burdens that chain me to a history that i cannot change. each memory carries both beauty and sorrow, and together they form an inescapable tapestry of longing and loss.
even as i try to move forward, the burden of memory and regret lingers like a shadow that never fades. it whispers of mistakes that shaped my present and of dreams that vanished into the mist of time. this unyielding presence reminds me that the past is a part of me, a constant weight that i must bear in every step i take toward a future that remains uncertain.
thoughts of a dying athiest 