Please... (dedicated to A)
I want to cry... I feel like crying... but the tears refuse to run down my cheek and drip from my chin down to the cold hard ground. I feel as if the best thing in the world is running through my fingers like water. I may have accidentally shut of the valve, but I never meant to... I swear I didnt. If I can make it all better, please tell me. I will bend over backwards to make it happen, to make it better... I have been falling. I'm only a few feet from the ground now. I have no other way of trying to stop myself from making contact with the ground, before I go *splat*. I've tried all options but the harder I tried, the faster I fell. Something is holding me up. I am no longer falling... is it hope? maybe... I'd like to believe its hope, but thats the farthest human emotion I have right now. It's only a matter of time. The clock is ticking and what ever it is that is keeping me suspended will soon wear out. I feel it thinning as time passes by. What ever it is, it is making me hold on to what little we had, and what little I've been able to understand. Every second is precious now. What ever it is that I'm holding on to is fading in and out, almost gone. What have I done wrong to deserve this. I want to give myself entirely to you before my life decides to dissipate as fast as what ever it is that I'm holding on to is keeping me suspended in air. I've stop flying, only falling. My wings have been ripped from my back and I cannot feel nor endure any more. I'm hurting and holding as much as I can. It can end, just cut it. But I don't want it cut. I dont know what's next after I make contact. I'm almost scared. My conscience is telling me not to worry, some how everything will work out for the better. The better... is to be in the arms and embraced by that opportunity that is slipping my grasp. A beautiful story that has a near-miss ending, or maybe that's just wishful thinking...
A river that flowed freely and so graciously through its path has suddenly slowed down... somehow a dam is being put up. That dam has single-handedly stopped many of the once, freely flowing rivers. The past can haunt and torture us. But some learn from the past and decide to do something with it. Why must it be the one that really cares and actually wants this river to flow freely be stopped by this dam thats hindering any movement. Still water is not exciting. It cannot be compared to a rapid that makes beautiful noises as it crashes against the rocks and shore. That crashing has died down. The sweet sound of water and earth is nearly inaudible. I need to some how destroy that dam. I want the water to flow as freely and graciously as it did once before. I've unfortunately exhausted all options on my side... I need the help of another to ensure its implosion.
This water is the blood that flows through my veins at this very moment. Uncontrollably existing in constant movement, except for that clot. The blood clot that can possibly end what has turned out to be a horrific nightmare from a once marvelous dream.
Still suspended... time runs quickly, my life support is wearing thin, and... I can't give up just yet...
A river that flowed freely and so graciously through its path has suddenly slowed down... somehow a dam is being put up. That dam has single-handedly stopped many of the once, freely flowing rivers. The past can haunt and torture us. But some learn from the past and decide to do something with it. Why must it be the one that really cares and actually wants this river to flow freely be stopped by this dam thats hindering any movement. Still water is not exciting. It cannot be compared to a rapid that makes beautiful noises as it crashes against the rocks and shore. That crashing has died down. The sweet sound of water and earth is nearly inaudible. I need to some how destroy that dam. I want the water to flow as freely and graciously as it did once before. I've unfortunately exhausted all options on my side... I need the help of another to ensure its implosion.
This water is the blood that flows through my veins at this very moment. Uncontrollably existing in constant movement, except for that clot. The blood clot that can possibly end what has turned out to be a horrific nightmare from a once marvelous dream.
Still suspended... time runs quickly, my life support is wearing thin, and... I can't give up just yet...