Nov 11, 2005 01:43
Eventually, I'll know what the hell is going on with me. One of these days, I'm going to wake up with the knowledge of exactly what it is I'm feeling, why, and how I can cope with it. I will be able to put it into words and express it to others. And I will be comfortable having others know this. I will know what it is I believe in and think. My morals will become clear again. I will make the appropriate changes I will need to make. Things will start to make sense.
But until that glorious day's arrival, I will have to stumble blindly with my arms extended, trying to grasp any form of reason I can get a hold of. I will bump into things and receive bruises that will last. Without knowledge of what's right and what's wrong, I will make mistakes that will stay with me for too long. All this is done in the dark, where I can't see any light or an end to the darkness. What if I don't ever find it?
The cannons from the war inside my head are giving me a headache.
-MC