I've looked back through the journals I used to right and only wish I could strangle the little girl who wrote them. "Don't worry, he's Uber nice and we're still friends" has to be the biggest lie or at least the greatest joke ever created. Four years of constant fighting and four years of learning to fight with your fists up is a better description than "uber nice". It's sad to reflect on how open I was for a low blow; freely dishing out the 19th or 20th chance to get back on my good side.
Times have changed and that little girl has left this universe. I've challenged my greatest fears, thrown my worst enemy into the face of kindness, and I have learned to stand up when all have been told to stand down. I think it's time I left the thoughts to my head and my love to my heart. There's someone now who I will risk this upon but at least I cannot be shattered; I have a risk at hand which I will take head on. Let these paragraphs of nonesense cause a confusion as I fear only I will reconize any of the transitition, the connection between these rotten phrases....
I will hold a kinder eye to the world and let it show me what way to take, lets just say a great change in hand in hand with mine. There's a sillouette in my future; I'm just hoping that he may be the start. Pump slower my heart for the blood will be used at a time of need, a faster beat for the expectance of the new.
The time has come where I need to grow up, these times "they are a changin".
'And so, donna,' Woland addressed Margarita, 'I present to you my retinue. This one who is playing the fool is the cat Behemoth...'"
-Questing Pale Marionette so I may give it to a friend for his birthday-
 BehemothsFlask · Mon Feb 01, 2010 @ 07:19am · 0 Comments |
