Menta Closure
So having said, in a sense.. what it is that ive wanted to say for so long now- i sit here feeling releaved with this unidentifiable stamina that lurks in my mind and creeps throughout the totality of my insides. I figured out the true essance of what it is to be ugly. I speak of no physical attritubutes, but instead of the mental stability that one possesses and the true danger of ones intentions with another. How can someone lack such compassion for another? How can someone fail to be faithful to not only the one they love, but more importantly to themselves, and their faith? How can someone be so blind, and finally see clearly once faced with the truth of who this person truly is? I know the answers to all, yet fail to recognize. Not even necessarily fail, but.. fuck, i dont know.
I feel good. ive met some very worthwhile, good people-- people who make me feel happy, warm and glad that im out of the house-- drinking cup after cup of coffee.. black with my cup of ice to cool it down. Staring deafly [if possible] at the beauty of these people.. and asking myself questions silently hoping for some sort of an answer that would make some knowledgable sense.. to either me.. or someone else. I dive in that pool that im somewhat familiar with, hoping for it to not end in total disgust and heartache.. hoping for it to blossom into something beautiful-- either a close bond, or something more. something so filled with intensity that the power of these two connections brings forth the ability to conquer all that is ahead of us.. or me.. or simply the other alone.
i am able now, to pick up my feet and walk forward. not shuffle, perhaps not even walk.. but skip. yeah, that sounds nice-- skip. Not run, for im in no hurry.. but glide. glide against the pavement as though directed in some odd way by some odd entity of anothers conscience. odd, in itself.
i shall return.
I feel good. ive met some very worthwhile, good people-- people who make me feel happy, warm and glad that im out of the house-- drinking cup after cup of coffee.. black with my cup of ice to cool it down. Staring deafly [if possible] at the beauty of these people.. and asking myself questions silently hoping for some sort of an answer that would make some knowledgable sense.. to either me.. or someone else. I dive in that pool that im somewhat familiar with, hoping for it to not end in total disgust and heartache.. hoping for it to blossom into something beautiful-- either a close bond, or something more. something so filled with intensity that the power of these two connections brings forth the ability to conquer all that is ahead of us.. or me.. or simply the other alone.
i am able now, to pick up my feet and walk forward. not shuffle, perhaps not even walk.. but skip. yeah, that sounds nice-- skip. Not run, for im in no hurry.. but glide. glide against the pavement as though directed in some odd way by some odd entity of anothers conscience. odd, in itself.
i shall return.