excuse

Most of my dreams usually begin with "excuse me," but that's really about as far as I take them. I don't like to remember what I dream about; it might make me miss something I've sought long to resolve within my mind.

It's funny how one can hang onto every little word and thing and others can simply brush it away without care; a talent I unfortunately seem to be incapable of grasping.

The word 'excuse' holds potential for many different meanings. Liars tend to make excuses, wherein I draw my own personal point from; women tend to leave a indecent remnant with me in that particular regard. Personally, it really wouldn't bother me if people were honest, but one thing I hate above all else, are liars.

Maybe it's a streak of bad luck, because internally I know not all women are rampant with dishonesty; but it's hard to have a different perspective when that's been one's main course, breakfast and dinner for so long. Unfortunately, that also adds the side effects of being weary to love anymore; you simply lose desire to because of the games played upon your heart.

I don't need to say much more on that matter though, however it may be, I'm still here in the end and all the honesty I need is with myself; I know what happened exactly and need not to ever lie about it for I can admit my mistakes.

The only question remaining is: Can you?