Departing
well.. hi to all of my oh so deicated readers. i'm sure you've just been shitting glory waiting for my next installment, so here it is. there's not that much to say about today, so let's start with yesterday... don't you just hate it when you choose to learn a hard fucking lesson twice; even though you know what happened the first time and still do it anyways? i swear, it seems like every time you fall, you fall harder and faster every time, no matter how many bones break in the process, just to make sure you know you won't walk away; and you just say to yourself, "hey fuckhead, you're not gonna walk away from this one, bitch! so good fucking luck picking yourself up and dusting yourself off, because i'm not gonna give you a pot to piss in because i've already warned you.". you just wanna walk away so bad, but you just can't seem to turn away long enough to even compose yourself... my friend broke a mirror right in front of me today. i guess you just have to get it out of your blood and destroy something beautiful sometimes. it seems like everyone has lost sight of what is truly beautiful and of what is truly important lately. happiness, whether achieved through emotional gratifications or the more simple pleasures in life, is a good starter. love is another, but it can be a whore of a different color you know... but life, overall, is by far the most important. we all take life for granted so much and nobody really realizes it. there are so many things that i wish i could say to those who have passed and so many things that i wish i could do to change the way things were before their leaving, but i can't and sometimes i wonder if they'd even care to listen if they could hear me now. you can't live life angry and hating everything when there is so much out there for the taking if you just reach. i for one, appreciate being alive, but i know also oh too well how to bleed.
Departing
Love; so many descriptions and depictions have been made of this:
a word, a feeling, and action, a desire, and even a horror to some.a
it comes in all shapes, sizes, colors, degress, and integrities,
but no real definition can be extracted.
Love is to be had, but not understood.
Are creatures of our own kind so miserable that we are only
to find happiness in that which can't be explained?
Departing
Love; so many descriptions and depictions have been made of this:
a word, a feeling, and action, a desire, and even a horror to some.a
it comes in all shapes, sizes, colors, degress, and integrities,
but no real definition can be extracted.
Love is to be had, but not understood.
Are creatures of our own kind so miserable that we are only
to find happiness in that which can't be explained?