It's no good
I mean, I'm
not giving up at all, but this is without goodness in any of it's shapes or forms, or is it? A friend stops
by, tells me to ignore the past, she tells me that she will always love me. It's
not a lie, anymore than it's the
truth, she doesn't love me the way I need to be loved, no one does these days.
(it's a matter of convience you see)
It's not that fate is cruel or that I did
anything wrong or even that god was blinking, I don't believe in that kind
of thing, there are
no accedents. No accedents could happen in this world even as
crazy and fucked up as it is.
I keep looking around my world for the answers. They are here, I know. Hell, I even know what they are, and quite
possibly
who they are. I know that it's currently all about finding the
adaquate distraction, and believe it or not
I think I've found it.
I'm not sure but I think it's going to be enough, there is comfort and magic to spare in the
collective presence,
even seperate there is indeed more than
enough to spare. I know things now, at this moment that I never actually
thought I would come to.
(Is this strength?)
I never know what to call these things, Im not so insightful or perhaps lucky would be the better word.
But I do know this, these
waves that I feel, these slams of pride and strength were what was meant to come of this.
Amazing that even after all that has happened, I'm still being helped and
I still owe a debt to the hangman himself.
The point being that in the years to come, when things get out of control (and Im sure they will again), I will
freeze, look at the situation and remember that I am
stronger than I thought, that in the words from the wise
this too shall pass, and that time and love will
repair all wounds.
(This is the one thing that we all must remember)