nothing is like it seems, turn my grief to grace.

Mar 12, 2009 04:38

I think there's a little bit of dark in all of us.

But I also have to believe that there's a spark of good in the worst of us.
Something bright that got...corrupted somewhere along the line.

Think of it this way:

In the darkest of nights, when we stare up at the moon, we're really only gazing at the sun's reflection.

The same thing may very well be true of people.
Even when we see them in their darkest hour, there may be a sun behind those eyes, and that gleam you see...

Well, it could be hope.
I'm ordinarily an unrelenting realist, bordering on cynicism. But when it comes to people, I'm told I give too many chances.

"How many times do you have to get your money stolen--
--heart broken, trust violated?
How many times must you be made the fool--
--taken advantage of, used, abused, betrayed?"
Before you learn your lesson?

People are my weak spot. I like to pretend I can throw one overboard at any minute if I think they'll mutiny on me, but...

That vast, endless ocean is so cold and lonely.
Can't you just promise me you won't do it again?

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