Exhale slowly
It's this feeling you get. A sensation that runs through your body rejuvinating your very essence. God. It's great. And I have found satisfaction. I know I shouldn't have done this, but I did anyway.
This heart, well, more over, this scar, it's... it's started to heal. I am not ashamed to state that at one point I thought it never would. And I have even forgiven both of the parties responsible for this laceration of which I speak: myself being the hardest one to forgive. Thank you Colleen.
I'm growing up. And this knowledge of this departure from my former self is clearly the precise definition of bitter-sweet. It's almost insectile, how many metamorphisis I have gone through. And those that care about me, how I hope, will be proud of the black and red butterfly that's emerging from a scarred cocoon. Even if our paths, our predetermined destinies, no longer cross, look upon me (or back at me) and smile. After all, I could have just stayed a caterpillar.
In love again and it tastes so damned good. (Right Lowe?) It's the best high in the world. It's the best book you can read. It's the sweetest red wine. It's a Johnny Depp movie. It's completely invigorating.
I'm happy, and that in itself is something wonderful and magical. Even if it doesn't last this love is mine for now and the memory of this love will last a lifetime. So for now i'm going to sail the calm waters and enjoy living. Exhaling slowly and savoring each breath as if it were the last kiss of the night.
This heart, well, more over, this scar, it's... it's started to heal. I am not ashamed to state that at one point I thought it never would. And I have even forgiven both of the parties responsible for this laceration of which I speak: myself being the hardest one to forgive. Thank you Colleen.
I'm growing up. And this knowledge of this departure from my former self is clearly the precise definition of bitter-sweet. It's almost insectile, how many metamorphisis I have gone through. And those that care about me, how I hope, will be proud of the black and red butterfly that's emerging from a scarred cocoon. Even if our paths, our predetermined destinies, no longer cross, look upon me (or back at me) and smile. After all, I could have just stayed a caterpillar.
In love again and it tastes so damned good. (Right Lowe?) It's the best high in the world. It's the best book you can read. It's the sweetest red wine. It's a Johnny Depp movie. It's completely invigorating.
I'm happy, and that in itself is something wonderful and magical. Even if it doesn't last this love is mine for now and the memory of this love will last a lifetime. So for now i'm going to sail the calm waters and enjoy living. Exhaling slowly and savoring each breath as if it were the last kiss of the night.