Apr 05, 2004 01:57
I'm not looking for camaraderie in my emotional defeat, just venting forth here as it helps record the periods in my life.
Why is it when one could wish for nothing more it seems everything finds the need to remind you that there are so many things that are lacking?
Several times I've been left wanting recently and everytime I pick myself back up but for what reason? At what point do I throw down my concerns and troubles and go with the lesser good. To be swept away in sea of half-contents I constantly find myself swimming in. A middle chess piece not quite a pawn yet not close to a king in a chess game. No even perhaps a more complex version with flase prophets, deceivers, schemers, and illusionists.
I know your out there. I wish I could find better thoughts in which to live by in which I could live by you. But the damage has been done to my looking glass and now I'm cast into this grand voyage of which I know no end. At where do I finally find the peace I so desperately need. Perhaps it's not my time as I so always believe I was past. Perhaps my tasks here are not complete.
So tonight again I find breath in where I wish I found none.
Je comprends seulement votre beauté maintenant que le souffle de j'encore mais moi souhaitent être essoufflés et nous comprendre seulement. Pour vous j'embrasse et amour.