When worlds collide
A few nights ago I was wrathful, and very angry. Kindness taken for weakness, forgiveness taken for softness, and mercy taken for lack of conviction. My patience fell to pride, and I gave into some thing that I don't let most people know even exists. Almost. Rather, it seemed that acknowledging its existence was enough, and knowing that there is purpose and reason to why I do things the way I do them saved me and the other person a whole lot of pain and trouble. However, it is nice to be let out of one's cage, but when somethings been packed away for a long time, it's very hard to keep it under control. Power, freedom, and a kind of honesty that can only be achieved through sheer brutality all surging within me.. it was actually a very relieving experience. But like with all the other temptations associated with tyrannical power, the luxuries granted by come at the cost of other people. My freedom for their fear and pain. I don't like hurting people, and I hate wanting/liking to hurt people more than I can describe. Oh well, I'm all better now. I hope "..." is too.
P.S.: Many of you will have no idea what any of this means, some will know exactly, and a few will have pretty good ideas, and a few more will think they have a pretty good idea of what this is about and be thinking about something else entirely. Though sometimes criptic I am not a secretive person, and I only keep information for the sake of other people. Don't hesitate to ask if you have questions, but only ask if you really want to know.
P.S.: Many of you will have no idea what any of this means, some will know exactly, and a few will have pretty good ideas, and a few more will think they have a pretty good idea of what this is about and be thinking about something else entirely. Though sometimes criptic I am not a secretive person, and I only keep information for the sake of other people. Don't hesitate to ask if you have questions, but only ask if you really want to know.