It's a mirror just waiting to shatter. It occurs for the shortest amounts of time just so it can break you into a million pieces when your castle walls finally cave in. Emotional pain subdues physical pain any day. With physical pain you heal in time, and even though they say "time heals all wounds," the emotional pain never really leaves you. Who are 'they' anyways? Their unmistaken philosophy could not be any more wrong. What are you suppose to do when it feels as though the world you know is becoming the world you knew and crumbling beneath you? Are you suppose to prepare for the fall? No. No amount of preparation could ever prepare you for the fall that is about to come. We live, we love, and we break. How do we fix ourselves though? Hopeless abandonment is its own bitter-sweet symphony, but I'm not going to write you a symphony my dear friend - in the end, you'll write one all on your own. So go ahead and put on your light show baby, because it'll only last for a night.
Everything looks perfect from far away, don't fool yourself into thinking you're anything special.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
The Russian Roulette of Emotions
The game of jealousy - it's a game we all take part in, whether we're aware of it or not. We're either the lion or the lamb, the victim of silent actions or the victim of words, spoken from the lips of a killer. It's a rather sick game, the Russian Roulette of emotions - it's deadly. The only difference is, this twisted game of jealousy we all play is inevitable. How does this game work though if someone is trying to use it for personal gain, for the attention of a certain individual? Granted, not so well if that person has caught on to their convoluted mind games. I suppose in the end it'll all play out like a game of cards, with the old saying of "if you play with fire, you'll get burned" attached to the end so loosely, but just enough to tag along for the ride.
The actions of jealousy give voice to the words we can't bring ourselves to say.
The actions of jealousy give voice to the words we can't bring ourselves to say.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
A World Away
It's almost like a scene from a movie, the whole girls meets boy cliche of this new chapter I've opened within my life because of you. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that it's real, that you're real. I just wonder, how could someone a world away be so intertwined with my most inner thoughts, feelings, and interests - with me as an individual? I find it so mesmerizing that my mind has a difficult time wrapping itself around the idea of you - the idea that you aren't an illusion of fantasy, but a living breathing human being. You amaze me in so many more ways than one; my words will just become a convoluted mess in an attempt to explain them, so I will keep this short. If I were the patient, you would be the ever so sweet compazine there to sooth my pain. My addiction to you, to your company sometimes worries me, but if I never met you, these feelings I bring to the realm of reality through this writing could not possibly exist and as I've learned, those simple ideas speak louder than any words ever could.
This was written for Ivan.
This was written for Ivan.
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