memories

Jun 07, 2004 11:18

she walked up to them and saw their sad cynical lives. The years of going through hell and back, but not quite, the insanity that keeps her incarcerated in this world were she is forever judged and will continue to be judged past her grave. him the man who sees pain and anger for once in his life is quite, with a questioning look on his face, then maybe some sense of acceptance. Shit he made , created, dwells in and will live in till the day he dies. Maybe never accept and always jump. but for once they sit their seen in all pity. but accepted by them their creation. that's what makes that morning at 7;40 so beautiful. the birth and ending or perhaps momentary realization, to keep realizing for all life and die for what you believe. Stubborn Bastards, yet no, Aren't we all?
Picture perfect.
All three in awkward silence.
The shared life and memory and joys and pains.
all there.
you can venture out in the world on your own
pass if you dare.
I dare
will always dare.
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