Feb 05, 2006 00:53
They said, "Paint me that arm
That lies directly over mountains
Where the glaciers climb so tall.
One absent of the scars passing boats and ships and oars
Tend to leave with all the sounds of the ocean."
Debauchery. What we have made our present home into. I feel helpless, I cant show them the right way to live because i dont even know. But it isn't this. It is not this fumbling around in the dark trying to make the best of it. Its not about falling in love with a girl and getting your heart broken. There is nothing important about working. Nothing we do should matter, we should be able to figure out how to live rightly without being in pain. There should be no pain in seeing a loved one die! If there is pain though there should be away to comfort that pain, fulfill that pains empty desire. This is what i want to do. But i cannot and it burns my soul. How can I love someone and not be able to comfort them when they are in pain. Why can i not flood that pain with love. I have no stonger desire.
Forgive me because i can not love like you do.