Monday, March 06, 2006
Jumble of thoughts
Crappy poetry aside...
Slightly more than a fortnight to my birthday and I'm feeling that the carefree days of my youth are over.
Looking back to last year, to my foolhardy year, I'm relieved and even more so, grateful that my painful, self-destructive and emotionally traumatic year is over. But as much as I thank God for that, the sight of people I love around me, trapped in that same pit, the pit of irrational attraction to unhealthy individuals, hurts me so much.
So much that I tear...
But tears don't cloud my vision, not yet. Not all of these terribly wrong people are complete bastards. Some
are of course, but not all... At least not all the time. But regardless how big the bastard is, or how anal the asshole, the crux of the matter is our inability to just step back and walk away.
Walk away...
And walk away I tell you, savor the last bit of your carefree days, of youthful idealism, optimism. The days when your mistakes can be wiped away with tears and wounds only hurt when the air's turning cold.
It rains...
With the rains come a new season of life. What the rain doesn't wash away will stay. The stubborn bits of our past that wouldn't melt away, stand erect, a constant reminder of who we could have been. Or a monument to who we are today. Depending on how you look at it of course.
Course...
But wouldn't you have wished, like I wish, that the course of your life could have taken a different path.
A path more scenic and less cynic.
A road less traveled but more leveled.
With a friend more sincere in holding your hand.
Darling, I wish I was more of a friend to have held your hand. Instead of a friend shedding silent tears and writing this to you.
I love you. Be happy.
cLoUd DriFteD bY at
10:12 PM
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