The Needle Tears a Hole
I remember too much; know too much. Even if I choose to ignore my knowledge, there's always the peripheral.
Life is good; I should have nothing to complain about. Scowers of friends, I'm blessed with talent and ability in almost anything I choose to turn my attention to. I'm more than half way through to graduation. There's a good chance for a lot of great things in my future. Spring break is next week, a good opportunity to hang out and relax--catch up on wasted nights with little sleep and homework to show (my empire of dirt).
People amaze me... what they are capable of, what motivates them, what tears them down, where they find assylum, and where they choose to put their faith and why... mostly why. I've almost come to point where I am struck dumb with jealousy, wishing I could live an innocent life--even at the price of blind faith in the world around me. I cherish knowledge to much to actually live that way... but the odds are more likely I'll jump into the dark forest to find my diamonds. God takes the bad and turns it into good if he so wills it. Right? Therefore fret not, I tell myself. Or so I wish I could tell myself; I've yet to believe my lies.
I'm exhausted, and I don't know whether to laugh or cry--both woul be appropriate--and still the needle tears a hole.
Life is good; I should have nothing to complain about. Scowers of friends, I'm blessed with talent and ability in almost anything I choose to turn my attention to. I'm more than half way through to graduation. There's a good chance for a lot of great things in my future. Spring break is next week, a good opportunity to hang out and relax--catch up on wasted nights with little sleep and homework to show (my empire of dirt).
People amaze me... what they are capable of, what motivates them, what tears them down, where they find assylum, and where they choose to put their faith and why... mostly why. I've almost come to point where I am struck dumb with jealousy, wishing I could live an innocent life--even at the price of blind faith in the world around me. I cherish knowledge to much to actually live that way... but the odds are more likely I'll jump into the dark forest to find my diamonds. God takes the bad and turns it into good if he so wills it. Right? Therefore fret not, I tell myself. Or so I wish I could tell myself; I've yet to believe my lies.
I'm exhausted, and I don't know whether to laugh or cry--both woul be appropriate--and still the needle tears a hole.