Mar 16, 2005 17:13
THEY ALL EVAPORATE
and leave their ashes and sick, dry, images of what they wish they were, behind. They all apply themselves with cocky self-loving comments and disgrace those around them, but little do we know that they are heavily changing before our eyes... Somewhere in the world, they dissapear to, and are never heard from again. WE miss the ''old times'' but even with that, we have to let them go and continue forward. Continue with the numb, awkward and uneasy, uncomfortable talent that rests within us, that only given to us my our morals, and self esteem,; talent to go on. WE DO NOT GIVE UP! Faith is but a word, having faith in them, their old identities to reunite with themselves, is a heavy task we arry with us, with us together on the journey for survival... Its a crazy wordl out there and no one is ever the same. You may come across some farmiliar faces in life... but when you look closer, and see they have aged years... lacking the wrinkles caused by smiles and laughter, you see they are faded. You see they are not farmiliar after all, they are not those of which we let go... long ago.
INTO SHADOWS OF WHAT THEY THEMSEVELS ONCE HAD FEARED.
riddle me that.
until next time...