Apr 27, 2005 23:10
there is no comfort in a lack of...
but yet... there is...
and i lay there, knowing you wouldn't come back... from that moment... ever...
i found emense comfort in knowing you would break me... in knowing i would fail... in knowing i would soon lack all that i had worked so hard to gain...
your return was the most amazing punishment i have ever recieved. except for when you did finally leave...
"she sits, solitary, touched only by the breath of life. she is owned by this life in which she has concured, controlled by this world in which she has mastered. she laughs in the face of happiness, she turns her tear away. losing this universe of dreams, in her own cascade of fear. she looks about herself in wonderment... where can she run from here?"
-unknown by you.
funny how we find comfort in the future, when we fear it more than the present... and hate it more than the past...
i keep waiting... and to no avail.
but- i mean, really, does anyone know what i'm waiting for? cuz i sure as hell don't...
i'm ok. i'm better than ok. i'm happy.