Holiday

[radicaljack]

It's not that you want to feel, it's that it takes you over by suprise. The thoughts in your head, of pride and satisfaction, blown away in a heartbeat. When your heart is beating a million miles per second and no one is there to grab hold of it and slow you down, you start to run farther and faster away from reality. It's a slow trip but the view is bewildering from the window I stare out of. Everyday a rollercoaster, the top brings you to absurd thoughts, power and purposes unfathomable, ideas of angels and wars, love and most of all light. At the bottom, a crippling cloud of blackened hopes, and a hole to fall into if you ever should choose it. A place to rip apart your mind and feed it to the trap. The trips through the rise and fall are tiring beyond belief. They can be worse than the extremes of the ride itself. Yet it's worth it all if you can make it to the end. You may ride this beast again, but you can make it worth it, if you get to the end. You'd kill for happiness like that. So sweet to taste after the hellish conditions of that terror. The rain and cold may be present but you don't care you just aren't on that ride. It's things like that that make you realize happiness isn't a state, it's a commodity, and you'll fight for it.

Merry Christmas