May 30, 2004 19:26
"all the damage we have done to each other"
I am playing with fire.. the moral type. I think that's the worst kind because it's so hard to keep a grasp on its tangible qualities. It's hard to realize the pain it causes or the burn marks it will leave. And it's hard to put out. Especially if parts of you don't want to. You come to a place where there are no answers. Or else it seems that way, in a subtle type of denial that becomes part of who you are. As humans, it's so easy to destroy ourselves, tear ourselves apart bit by bit as we persue the things we call 'living.' It makes me wretch at all that consumes us. Only pain and fate like this could cause an almighty God to commit such a sacrifice.