It never stops
I can clamp down the fear
I can lock away the pain
But sooner or later the dam breaks
The damn damn damn damn dam
And soon torrents of emotion will spill forth
Whitecaps of rage, eddies of hope
Swells of passion, waves of anguish
Soon the broken walls are revealed
The cracks and holes exposed
The waters recede
And my tears will dry

I threw my heart out to see what would happen.
It did not break, it did not shatter.
It hit and rebounded, fell to the floor.
On the way down it was abraded, tattered and torn.
Once down there it absorbed all the filth and blackened.
I picked it up and it was mine again, but time and experience has left it different than what it once was.

I went to a free show tonight at the Miller Outdoor Theatre. The show was a visiting troupe of Chinese Acrobats performing on the main stage. As soon as I started driving to the show it started raining, the closer I got the worse the storm. In true theatre fashion, "the show must go on," and it certainly did. The management opened up the paid seats ( Read more... )

What I find really funny is that I asked and answered this question to myself two days before it popped up in LJ:

Positive and negative ( Read more... )

( Fragments of Fragments, I got bored )

Cry moon cry ( Read more... )