It's Today
MiserableEvery day is today and every tomorrow is today.
I need patience, I need to learn to be strong.
I'm wondering if my heart is cooling, becoming ice.
I read old stories, old comments. I hear and see the pain
and love and hurt and joy I went through. I see all of them.
I re-feel all of them. It's too much and it's too little.
I wonder over and over again why I should care, why I should
want and yearn and cry and scream for something that let me down
so many times before. I don't want to love anymore, I don't want to
dream and yearn and hope. I want my heart to break and stay broken
I want to live in the dark again. I don't want to lift my head and feel
the sun, shining for an instant before the storm clouds roll in.
I'm sorry sometimes. Sorry for what's happened and sorry for what I've done.
The thing I feel most sorry for......are the things I feel.
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The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.
::: Michelangelo :::
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Sorry I haven't written... I've been dead for two years.
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BYE.
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My website: [link]
"My muse is my Goddess, and her mystery is my God."
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This isn't Burger King, you can't have it your way.
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Discourse ye unto the hand, good sah, for verily the face careth not.
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" I was sat in a bar the other night, nursing a beer... my nipple was getting quite soggy..!"
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"Do you hear that? It sounds like the ocean, only it's an ocean of people. They are all constantly passing us, but they don't even realize we exist and vice-versa. Its like everybody makes up everybody else's environment, and nobody cares." -Anonymous
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