When the Past Came to Pass

When I think about what came to pass in my past.

All the great dreams and expectation preceding the hurt requiring a divine healing following the

crash. All the temporary situations I tried so hard to make last

came to a disappointing standstill. No smiles while trying to capture the perfect picture

on a camera with no flash. When the past came to pass.

When the past came to pass. The restraints had been placed and not being

able to grasp the real reality. Trapped in my own surrealistic fantasy, it would get

better. Whatever conditional love it was built upon would have kept