Regret

The heavy weight of regret began tugging at me, finally pulling me down  to the ground. Each step became harder then it should have been. Walking slowly I began to drag my feet. Slowly, slowly the world started coming down on me. Crushing me with every breath it took. I looked around, there was nothing to be seen. Everything was black there was no colour in the world; however I was happy with this. The lack of expression didn't phase me whatsoever. As I placed my hands ever so gently on the ground feeling around with every movement I took. Each breath became more shallow and each motion more frantic. My morning escapade turned into a morning nightmare. I decided to sit and become present with what was occurring. This thought to be full made everything all the better, turning my morning nightmare into my afternoon dream, my regret was rapidly pushed aside and then forgotten. Thanks to Saturday I no longer believe in the idea of regret. Life is not meant to be thought of, on the contraire it is meant to be lived and forever longed for. I long for the day this all becomes real, the day everyone decides to be fully present and aware of where they are. 

It was sugggested to me by a friend that this song "fits pretty well" 

So... here ya go: