On some days,

It feels as if everything is fleeting.

Time is fleeting,

People are fleeting,

But words -

Words are continuously fleeting.

You give a person your word,

And you intend to hold firm in these affirmations,

When suddenly,

In the blink of an eye,

The words you had so effortlessly given,

The words that rolled from your lips in the most convincing breath,

Are fleeting at a moments notice.

You promise to never make someone tick.

You promise to never cross the line.

The end result?

You create more damage than you thought possible,

A damage that cannot be undone.

Despite your determination,

You work tirelessly in the hopes of changing.

You develop regret,

You cope with regret,

And you learn to live with regret,

Some so severe that it will haunt you each time you close your eyes.

You seek forgiveness.

You seek redemption.

Though you thought you were as cold as ice,

You find that you have simply met your match.

At the end of each day,

it seems as though we make promises with our fleeting words.

Promises to ourselves,

Promises to others,

Promises to the ones in which we cannot live without.

We use these words to make promises that we simply cannot keep.

Time is fleeting,

People are fleeting,

Words are fleeting.

Yet, promises are not fleeting.

They are a result of the inadequate parts of our souls

That come to life,

When we find life in the eyes of another.

Another who is vulnerable enough to give of themselves,

Another who makes room for us in their hearts.

Another who intends to make a promise and keep it.

Another who is undeserving of our fleeting human nature.