I have done things in the past that I am not proud of.

I have lived with my mistakes, and I have bathed in the consequences. I took paths that I don’t regret, but I wish I had chosen better. I am stitched with flaws, and they are a part of me now. It’s a burden that I am bound to carry throughout.

I wish I had some people still sitting next to me, but all I have today is their memories. I kiss the past even though its lips are fenced with barbed wire. I bleed every night through nostalgia and melancholy.

I do apologize for the things that I have done. But I don’t apologize for being myself. I don’t apologize for surviving through foggy nights and colder mornings.

-The honest musing