It borders on masochism, I know.
Last night (well, Sunday night, for clairty's sake) was rather awkward, though I'd rather not go into why. Let's lump it into the "Devon's CRAZY" bin and call it a day.
I hate that I seem to only have something to say when I'm under the weather. When I'm happy, the words just stop. My happy days can be summed up in "awesome" or "amazing" or a classic ":D" even. I can't expand on it if I try.
But days like today, the ones that leave me dizzy from the sting of the slap, are discussed eloquently, and with the utmost care of language. As of late, my life has been almost nothing but good. But in day-to-day life there are times when negative emotions are pulled up, and casually brushed aside. I mean, who has time to feel pain on a day in which I feel invincible? But the sparks are still there, just saved. And I think that's what today was: the buildup of ignored sparks and flames, drawn together in one hell of an army. Today was the attack I've almost been waiting for. All rather uninspired metaphors aside, today was not my best day. Tomorrow will be better though, as the night clenses and the daybreak awaits with a clean(ish) slate, with my name on it. I'm going to run with it. I'll run into the wind and the rain and let myself go- the forgiving daybreak be damned.
I'll just forgive myself.
I hate that I seem to only have something to say when I'm under the weather. When I'm happy, the words just stop. My happy days can be summed up in "awesome" or "amazing" or a classic ":D" even. I can't expand on it if I try.
But days like today, the ones that leave me dizzy from the sting of the slap, are discussed eloquently, and with the utmost care of language. As of late, my life has been almost nothing but good. But in day-to-day life there are times when negative emotions are pulled up, and casually brushed aside. I mean, who has time to feel pain on a day in which I feel invincible? But the sparks are still there, just saved. And I think that's what today was: the buildup of ignored sparks and flames, drawn together in one hell of an army. Today was the attack I've almost been waiting for. All rather uninspired metaphors aside, today was not my best day. Tomorrow will be better though, as the night clenses and the daybreak awaits with a clean(ish) slate, with my name on it. I'm going to run with it. I'll run into the wind and the rain and let myself go- the forgiving daybreak be damned.
I'll just forgive myself.