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Dear ______;
I don't know what to say. I don't know how to feel. But I believe that the time,
I was spaced into an unfamiliar region of hatred and sorrow.
Where the clouds were holes in the sky, and the ground swallowed me whole.
I arrived looking for patronage, refuge, salvation. And adhere to my pretension-- was
something that ate my insides one day at a time.
I arrived looking for solitary, refuge, silence. Contrary to my pretension-- I was
given a get-away. But this time I refused. For the first time, for the first of many.
With confidence. With a smile.
So I stand beside this exuding admiration. Whom brightens the very dark places
that hide in my/your palm. Linked between our deaths, which share the crossroad.
With a linger and only a droplet of sadness, I let go.
The air seems so much cleaner here.
I could sit and think, wonder and finally reach a conclusion on how this will end.
How much remorse will throb repeatedly throughout me. Flame the black ends
and remind me exactly how I couldn't blow the candle out. How I failed, each
and every time-- and the more I failed, the more it burned inside me. Wrecking
all of my soul. One piece by two. Until I was meant to understand.
Understand that I must stop.
I wasn't look for it this time I swear it was just the compelling radiance that
had burst right above my stomach. It was more than butterflies, because they
were on fire.
Whatever the way that it cries in compulsion, there is something I must do for you.
I won't burden you. No, not you.
I will take it one step at a time and wait for the moment that I can make things better.
I won't try to understand what hasn't happened yet. Because this unfolds itself.
And I trust you. Even if I'm a liar I trust you.
There's something I must do for you, and I trust you. . .
Even if I am a liar,
I swear it doesn't feel like that this time.
I swear.
 Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels · Sun Aug 09, 2009 @ 04:51am · 0 Comments |
