oUt Of JaIl AnD lOvIn It!!!!!!!
The best stories are those that end on paper and continue in the mind…
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Isn't it ironic how life can change in a heartbeat? One moment you're up on cloud nine, and in the next you're soul shatters into countless shards. You sit there and stare at the one you thought loved you, as they calmly walk away, wondering if you can ever put yourself back together. Just sitting alone in the darkness wondering why. Wondering why I chose these decisions, wondering will I live or will I die. Should I go to the next destination or should I stay. Should I love or should I hate. The only thing I know is I am in love with a female that I want to spend my life with. Does she feel the same as I do or doesn't she. These are questions in my mind that bother me. You say to yourself you will be content, but alone. You wander out into the world; you will feel pain and always want to be back by yourself. Although, you can convince yourself that you will not let pain defeat you, you will succeed and you will find your answers in the pain of uncertainty...
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I said to her, “embrace the darkness, for it is all you have now" as she entered these hollow doors of remorse and misery. I walked her through the cruel arms of the asylum for I had been there for oh so long, it was my only home, I saw the vacancy in her eyes, I could tell she used to be joyful, loving, full of hope, but that was no longer in her gray eyes, they were now stained with horror and betrayal, and it would never be the same. She barely talked, wouldn't tell me what happened, or anything about herself; I was surprised when she even told me her name. Her flowing black hair added to her ghostly appearance, she walked as if she was floating, or as if she wasn't even there, just our eyes playing us for fools. Her cheery lips and deep eyes made her quite a beauty in her velvet gown. Her pale skin was stained red from the blood and scars running jointly through her body, I knew there was no hope for her, I saw the bruises smoldering her fragile figure, and the red in her eyes, for she didn't even care anymore. She told me of great drug trips and rendezvous with her now lost love. Oh how I would love to stay awake for days on end just looking into her eyes and finding more and more of her love, I saw glimmers of tears in her eyes, but she quickly sealed them up as for them not penetrate the stiffness to her image. She stared into the abyss of nothingness, she looked so sad, at that moment I wanted to hold her say everything would be all right, even though I knew it wouldn't be. For I knew I would be brokenhearted in the end…
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Isn't it ironic how life can change in a heartbeat? One moment you're up on cloud nine, and in the next you're soul shatters into countless shards. You sit there and stare at the one you thought loved you, as they calmly walk away, wondering if you can ever put yourself back together. Just sitting alone in the darkness wondering why. Wondering why I chose these decisions, wondering will I live or will I die. Should I go to the next destination or should I stay. Should I love or should I hate. The only thing I know is I am in love with a female that I want to spend my life with. Does she feel the same as I do or doesn't she. These are questions in my mind that bother me. You say to yourself you will be content, but alone. You wander out into the world; you will feel pain and always want to be back by yourself. Although, you can convince yourself that you will not let pain defeat you, you will succeed and you will find your answers in the pain of uncertainty...
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I said to her, “embrace the darkness, for it is all you have now" as she entered these hollow doors of remorse and misery. I walked her through the cruel arms of the asylum for I had been there for oh so long, it was my only home, I saw the vacancy in her eyes, I could tell she used to be joyful, loving, full of hope, but that was no longer in her gray eyes, they were now stained with horror and betrayal, and it would never be the same. She barely talked, wouldn't tell me what happened, or anything about herself; I was surprised when she even told me her name. Her flowing black hair added to her ghostly appearance, she walked as if she was floating, or as if she wasn't even there, just our eyes playing us for fools. Her cheery lips and deep eyes made her quite a beauty in her velvet gown. Her pale skin was stained red from the blood and scars running jointly through her body, I knew there was no hope for her, I saw the bruises smoldering her fragile figure, and the red in her eyes, for she didn't even care anymore. She told me of great drug trips and rendezvous with her now lost love. Oh how I would love to stay awake for days on end just looking into her eyes and finding more and more of her love, I saw glimmers of tears in her eyes, but she quickly sealed them up as for them not penetrate the stiffness to her image. She stared into the abyss of nothingness, she looked so sad, at that moment I wanted to hold her say everything would be all right, even though I knew it wouldn't be. For I knew I would be brokenhearted in the end…