I'm looking to fill the void. I'm on a mission of search and destroy.
Wise words of the day: Be open, and courteous. Not open, and rude.
Sometimes, it is the person closest to me who got the worst tongue-lashing and rudeness. It makes sense. They are closer to my heart; therefore, they could have done worst damage than someone throwing the same trick from far away. And because of that, the defense must be higher to protect myself from hurting.
That, however, does not justify the impolite actions toward anyone, dear to my heart or not.
But then, again, if I have to be the one who said I'm sorry all the time. Then, maybe it is better if we'd be stranger. That way, you would not be so near and I could not hurt what I hold so dear.
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It may be that the weather is getting unusually warm for this winter these few days, that I feel another surge of change coming. As if the cold wind is ready to show us its exit, a wounded animal answering the curtain call with its death throe.
I'm thinking dark rising. I'm thinking Scorpio. I'm thinking freezing foggy day where visibility is equal zero when travelers are attempting to brave a cliff, blinded. I'm thinking witches doing and voodoo chanting. I'm thinking psychotic with intense purpose: Adolf Hitler, Carl Marx, Hannibal Lecter, Saddam Hussein. Mister Steerpike. Get the picture?
Sometimes, it is the person closest to me who got the worst tongue-lashing and rudeness. It makes sense. They are closer to my heart; therefore, they could have done worst damage than someone throwing the same trick from far away. And because of that, the defense must be higher to protect myself from hurting.
That, however, does not justify the impolite actions toward anyone, dear to my heart or not.
But then, again, if I have to be the one who said I'm sorry all the time. Then, maybe it is better if we'd be stranger. That way, you would not be so near and I could not hurt what I hold so dear.
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It may be that the weather is getting unusually warm for this winter these few days, that I feel another surge of change coming. As if the cold wind is ready to show us its exit, a wounded animal answering the curtain call with its death throe.
I'm thinking dark rising. I'm thinking Scorpio. I'm thinking freezing foggy day where visibility is equal zero when travelers are attempting to brave a cliff, blinded. I'm thinking witches doing and voodoo chanting. I'm thinking psychotic with intense purpose: Adolf Hitler, Carl Marx, Hannibal Lecter, Saddam Hussein. Mister Steerpike. Get the picture?