twenty: ohthelove..thepainfulsort
it's like..what's the damn point of a journal if i don't take the time to write in it?
i am a castle built on solid foundations. my exterior decor is the epitome of the impregnable fortress. all that makes me is perhaps enviable, definitely strong and proud beyond doubt.
i ward off enemies and welcome friends. the battles are swift and clean. i win, of course. the feasts are marvelous and immensely pleasant.
to some i show a little more of myself than i do others. others discover more of me by themselves. others yet, well they are the worst. the worst in a good sense. perhaps in the best sense. but still the worst.
they are those that come along once in a blue moon. they spell moments of history, turning points. they are the ones that strike from the inside. they are not your enemies, but enemies of your integrity, that which you stand for and perhaps your sanity too. they are the unforgettable. they bring a downfall, of sorts.
and yes it hurts. and yes it's going to hurt more. but my theory stands..we all look for that pain, because in the end it reminds us of how human we are, and what indeed makes us such.
i am wounded
i am Achilles nursing his heel
the castle has been breached
and my troops are unwilling to oppose resistance..
i am a castle built on solid foundations. my exterior decor is the epitome of the impregnable fortress. all that makes me is perhaps enviable, definitely strong and proud beyond doubt.
i ward off enemies and welcome friends. the battles are swift and clean. i win, of course. the feasts are marvelous and immensely pleasant.
to some i show a little more of myself than i do others. others discover more of me by themselves. others yet, well they are the worst. the worst in a good sense. perhaps in the best sense. but still the worst.
they are those that come along once in a blue moon. they spell moments of history, turning points. they are the ones that strike from the inside. they are not your enemies, but enemies of your integrity, that which you stand for and perhaps your sanity too. they are the unforgettable. they bring a downfall, of sorts.
and yes it hurts. and yes it's going to hurt more. but my theory stands..we all look for that pain, because in the end it reminds us of how human we are, and what indeed makes us such.
i am wounded
i am Achilles nursing his heel
the castle has been breached
and my troops are unwilling to oppose resistance..