OMG poetry emo fag

Oct 05, 2004 22:16

I've never had a reason to believe in abstract love.
Fate, that lasting bad impression, can't or won't describe the future. The less said, the better.
But when you're near, my thoughts are louder than my smile, and deeper than your dimples, alluding to Victoria's own last words.
Oh, I'd give the world to hold your heart, but in this realm of physical retention, your hand will do.

My thoughts right now are nowhere near lucid enough for me to put into words what I'm feeling. It's odd though, how we all leave and return to everything. I don't think I'm angry or sad any more. I think I might be ready to just live, and that I can be ok with that now. I'm sure you're all dying to hear how this catharsis came about, but I'm far too tired right now. This may come off as just another mood swing for the better for those who know me well, but things are different now. Not too different, but I think I know a little bit more about myself, and the world now. The past few months have been enlightening. They always come back in the end, though.

However, I'm glad. I think I finally see how it's supposed to be.

PS: This Friday, the Master of Past and Present is returning to the Tower of High Sorcery.
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