Sunday, August 16, 2009
Back From Gutters
*Squints into the camera lenses. Narrows eyes and blinks.
Moreover, this was just your plan. Manipulation of words, oh stop it.
They say, time will heal all wounds. I do not agree. In time, scar tissues would cover up the wound; protecting the mind's sanity, always coaxing into deceit that it was never there. The pain lessens but it is never gone. Time was always fate excuse to hurt more.
Wheres my fair share in life. :) I love peeeektures. Makes me happy in my special angry place. :D Sakhothai, sakhothai. :) Hokay. I wanna write in between the pictures cause it usually sticks together which usually sucks big time. :) Better say your last goodnight now.
The pangs of despised love, is sickled o'er a pale cast of moon.Pffffttt...
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you.
Hate me in ways, yeah ways hard to swallow.
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you.
Yeah, life throws you curvesBut you learned to swerve
Me, I swung and I missed
And the next thing you know, I'm reminiscing
Life as we know it. How beautiful life is, and how ironic I love it to be. Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake I thought I had done. Dodging, squeezing through the marketplace, up the clocktower; running away from those shadows. Because, I always justify with myself. And the rationalising brings back memories that I want to block out, thus the need for running away. However clean one's hands, one's ears were of necessity open. True. Masking every lies of every aspect of life, bringing me serenity. Though the truth is out, the heart refuses to acknowledge it, thus the cleanliness of one's hands. How filthy our ears might be. Let Macbeth's curse fall upon anyone who spoke such words, and will.
Classic, thats how we roll. :D
And in the end I guess I had to fall-
Always find my place among the ashes.
I want to stay in love with my sorrow,
But God, I'm gonna let it go.
On 12:59 AM, Elizabeth Zee Sparks let go.
