like a planted seed I will not stay underground

Oct 20, 2004 03:31

while she wishes she was a dancer
And that she’d never heard of cancer
She wishes God would give her some answers
And make her feel beautiful

I remember all the feelings and the day they stopped

One day, you'll have to let it go.

Its funny to think back on the same story I've been telling for years now and realize how differently it makes me feel every time. Somehow whenever I felt like I had come to terms with it I hadn't, so I gave up on the notion entirely. This time though, it really is different and it flows not so much with a forced indifference as much as an easy complacency...like that feeling of complete exhaustion and peace after you've worked harder than your body is capable of doing. I feel like I've drained about all lessons and experience from this and might actually be at the point where I can objectively look at what happened and move ahead with some kind of satisfaction and improvement. Or something...

heres to miniature cows and all that that implies

and to everything that never will be again...its finally ok.

:)
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