Thursday, March 24, 2005
Loss of Me
Someone talked to me about it yesterday (you know who you are) and maybe that one concern prevented me from breaking down. It was odd for me to say the least, that someone wanted -for once- to hear my problems since I've spent my young life hearing everyone else's. The sentiment was welcome but I regret that I did not take the gesture to warmly. When asked what was going on, I kept silent for the most part... I didn't know how to explain... I didn't know whether I should have told because it resides far too deep in me that I am afraid -ever afraid- of letting anyone inside my inner sanctum. No one has to see it, it's my problems, my demons and no one would understand such things. It goes out that I am lost and I might never find my way back in one piece. Some things, I left behind and some other things taken from me.
I could live the lie for as long as I want but the truth will always remain that no one would rescue me, try as they might, I am one not to be rescued... I created my own hell and no one has to do my time. I'm just waiting for things to be taken away from me, maybe then I'd find peace or at least, rid myself of the burdens and inch myself closer to the truth that I will never be happy but that is something I have gotten used to, something given.
Things change, like autumn leaves; they wither and die but with the hope that Spring breathes them back to life once again. I don't know. Change is strange isn't it? You can change in a blink of an eye and find yourself lost in past, present and future without any hope of emerging anything resembling yourself when you came in and yet... we still live. I find peace in that; that I am still living and that there is always that hope of emerging, perhaps, into a better man
Riding the Lightning
6:36 PM