Sometimes, when you realize that there is absolutely nothing to look forward to... there is possibly nothing that can change the quality of your life... nothing at all that can magically forward you into a 'looking back and smiling' reflective phase... the phone doesn't ring... the walls of your house echo your angst... you fight your tears away...a faraway cry reminds you of something that never was...
“For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.' - from the poem "Maud Muller" by John Greenleaf Whittier
P.S: I hate this poet...he depressed me to no end. Read the full poem and spread the cheer :X
