Letting go is a tricky thing. You think you have, and then you realise that maybe you haven't.
one way or the other, I inflict hurt.
I am cold to you coz I don't want to hurt you anymore.
But by being cold towards you I hurt you.
By protecting you from hurt, I end up hurting you.
I'm not blind yet.
I do notice that flash in the eye when I say something.. or when I do not.
Should I stop caring and let it all go to pieces, or should I cradle gingerly what I have (or do not have).
Does it even matter? to me? to you?
Should it?
Irony can be misconstrued. the irony..
people and their states of mind being judged, a verdict passed in a single sentence... Ah.
But what? I read too much into it? Yes.. I do. That is why I'm anti-social.
Delicacy and tact.
its not very difficult is it?
that was a rhetorical question.
i care about me inficting hurt, but i should care about me not being hurt...
Who's more important?
Note to self: - Learn, live and learn and stay away. You do not have to let people drag you out and rub your nose into what you do not need to know or want to see. -
Don't make me the buffer between your dates.
Coz that does hurt.
brash and callous, presumptous.. is it revenge?
this... all this... is not for you. nor for you, nor you... nor you.
But again, it is for you, you all.
the question is, should I even care?
all it gives you is grief.
8th Grade
a friend tells me -
"You meet to create memories, you depart to cherish them."
At that time. I thought that was poetic, profound, and so true. But then I hadn't encountered, let alone learned, the wonderfully useful armour of cynicism.
Memories will be the death of me. So don't weave them. if you do have them, put them into the "once bitten twice shy" categories. Call it experience.
this was for one.
this is for all.
Loneliness. not so good.
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
1 Comments:
WOOOOOOOOHHH
Attitude huh?? nice pic BTW!!!
By Anonymous, at Tue Oct 25, 09:35:00 AM EST
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