Post by PaRkA on Dec 9, 2003 21:34:46 GMT 7
slideshow, directing where it is im sposed to be
the rest of me trying to abide by the diserning notion that im all alone, everytime i want to close you out im found tied and bound, encased and claustrophobic, head strung, and nacarcistic im turning out to fear what i always wanted to be...
having someone to share a strength to even out a weakness, has shown my armour failing, im wondering if the shield that is protecting me is the object that will be my undoing
there was space and time and it was all my own, every morning i woke up i knew i was alone, now everytime i sleep i fear i will not be known...
i never thought i would feel selfish about my future and whatever direction it was going to trail, now i stop just to make sure im not stepping my own footprints over, the pain i had felt i never want to be again, but i fear the ground i tread will tear me apart just the same
i never thought the pain, anguish, the fear i felt so long, the words that lept from word to word would dry up so instantaniously, and leave me feeling worse than i did when i felt the pain thru this page, now i try so hard to be what was always my cliche...
the first words i wrote out of memory and context are these few, yet confused and abstract show some balance and change in my life i never knew of......
i never thought i would write again like i used to, and i probably wont, the headaches that kept me up, because for once my conscience was clear, the pain redirected, i find now, i miss more than anything from my past, if i could just write with the power and direction that was my own for so long, i would give my whole being to just be able to tell you how i feel without hiding in the reels and reels of letters and sentences that i do now, fearing it wont live upto the expectations of past...
which till now was nothing
if you understand any of that, i applaud you
if you dont im sorry, i have no idea from where it came or its purpose but its there.....
the rest of me trying to abide by the diserning notion that im all alone, everytime i want to close you out im found tied and bound, encased and claustrophobic, head strung, and nacarcistic im turning out to fear what i always wanted to be...
having someone to share a strength to even out a weakness, has shown my armour failing, im wondering if the shield that is protecting me is the object that will be my undoing
there was space and time and it was all my own, every morning i woke up i knew i was alone, now everytime i sleep i fear i will not be known...
i never thought i would feel selfish about my future and whatever direction it was going to trail, now i stop just to make sure im not stepping my own footprints over, the pain i had felt i never want to be again, but i fear the ground i tread will tear me apart just the same
i never thought the pain, anguish, the fear i felt so long, the words that lept from word to word would dry up so instantaniously, and leave me feeling worse than i did when i felt the pain thru this page, now i try so hard to be what was always my cliche...
the first words i wrote out of memory and context are these few, yet confused and abstract show some balance and change in my life i never knew of......
i never thought i would write again like i used to, and i probably wont, the headaches that kept me up, because for once my conscience was clear, the pain redirected, i find now, i miss more than anything from my past, if i could just write with the power and direction that was my own for so long, i would give my whole being to just be able to tell you how i feel without hiding in the reels and reels of letters and sentences that i do now, fearing it wont live upto the expectations of past...
which till now was nothing
if you understand any of that, i applaud you
if you dont im sorry, i have no idea from where it came or its purpose but its there.....