(no subject)
although the damage has been done and there are a million alternating factors about this, I feel as if I am the hand that dealt it all. It's like when you read a book in school and have to analyze the ever-loving shit out of a character you may have once liked and now don't, and realize their slight-of-hand actions or offhand comments had so much more depth than you thought. And now everything seems too deep. To deep to see the bottom, to vast to even hope of touching a shoreline, and hope is heavier than any anchor, THAT, I assure you. Even when I say it's dead and done, Im going to sit here and make myself remember those drunken words, and how if I had the means to, I would have come running to pick up the pieces and play the hero. And in the end I know I shouldnt, but
this is a script that never ends, and it will go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on,
..Until we reach the conclusion, where there will be enough shards and evidence to contain in a cute little box on a bookshelf for the rest of our lives.
Bloodstains; they aren't pretty, but they, if you choose not to wash them off, inevitably become a part of you.
Fear and Trembling.
this is a script that never ends, and it will go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on,
..Until we reach the conclusion, where there will be enough shards and evidence to contain in a cute little box on a bookshelf for the rest of our lives.
Bloodstains; they aren't pretty, but they, if you choose not to wash them off, inevitably become a part of you.
Fear and Trembling.