one ounce of prevention, far better than another pound of cure...
the last few days i have been the thorn in my own side. things i have said have hurt a number of peope... a number that includes myself.
mornings come and i wake up to the recurring thoughts that always seem to drive the thorn deeper.
ive said words that shouldve never been said. but who hasn't? BUT who has the right to hurt and not be punished, to not feel guilty?
ive let words free to go swirling out into the world and radiate in others' minds. i released them and immediately grabbed at the air to catch them. but words are slippery things for me. ive never had that good grasp on them, never a satisfactory control of what i should say.
ive said words that shouldve never been said... and all i have to treat the wounds that theyve created is a mouthful of more words.
another folly of the useless human existence... in the very least, my own existence.
im sorry...for whatever its worth.
mornings come and i wake up to the recurring thoughts that always seem to drive the thorn deeper.
ive said words that shouldve never been said. but who hasn't? BUT who has the right to hurt and not be punished, to not feel guilty?
ive let words free to go swirling out into the world and radiate in others' minds. i released them and immediately grabbed at the air to catch them. but words are slippery things for me. ive never had that good grasp on them, never a satisfactory control of what i should say.
ive said words that shouldve never been said... and all i have to treat the wounds that theyve created is a mouthful of more words.
another folly of the useless human existence... in the very least, my own existence.
im sorry...for whatever its worth.