Such conflict.
Turmoil.
Things I never wanted.
Dreamed of.
Or had nightmares of what could happen.

As always.

Choice.
Live.
Die.
Fight.
Surrender.

I can either fight to make a future or simply let go and let the story here.
But never, is it so simple.
So much pain.
So much regret.
But so much more hope.
So much to dream of.
To dare to dream.