The things you have are not what's bothering you. It's the things you don't have. You think about everything you do, every little activity, and how no matter how hard you try you won't be able to get beyond them. You feel trapped like you're walking down a hall with many doors on either side, but somebody has walked ahead of you and locked many of them.
You've been born into this bubble and only a few people are ever able to burst out of it.
So you have two choices... spend your days adjusting and excepting the world you live in, or staying up to into the late hours creating yourself a key to what you don't have in your situation.
Both could be good choices but they hold completely different scenes.
There you have it then. Simple as that but difficult to achieve either goal and you never wil be truly satisfied until you accomplish one of them.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Pity
Pity is a strange feeling. It is so misleading. It whispers in one ear that you are sad and unfortunate. "Oh poor you!" While in the other it squeals, "What fun drama this is! Life would be so boring without some dashing man to cry about or to work at gaining with your charms."
Strange indeed! Pity is a clenching trap that is quite underestimated. The only guard against the like is a head on strait. Don't let the sweeping emotions blow you down, but rather brace yourself against them like a firmly rooted tree in the wind.
Strange indeed! Pity is a clenching trap that is quite underestimated. The only guard against the like is a head on strait. Don't let the sweeping emotions blow you down, but rather brace yourself against them like a firmly rooted tree in the wind.
His Dark Eyes
Oh the sweet face with dark eyes. Like the map to the soul, so beguiling! What hides beneath that polite smile?
Oh misery and all it's friends; the long dark nights of crying yourself to sleep. Tears washing away the dreadful lust. For it is lust to want the happy fortune of an imaginary bond.
He does not love you. His eyes flicker over you, dead, lighting upon the small creature you should not envy. Oh how mislead were you. Yes it was his fault but more-so you yourself are to blame for creating him to be all that he was not.
You shall have your cry. Painful and tight the grip of hope on your heart and lungs, that steals your breath when his presence you feel. Poor unfortunate soul. But after a short while you will wake up and feel alone again like a fresh moist air after a quickening summer rain.
All seasons fade away, but it is your choice to keep on loving. Your choice alone.
Don't follow your heart for it knows nothing! It is only designed to make a decision based upon what you tell it. Following it will take you in a dizzying circle, without pity, waiting for you to snap out of it!
Return not into the keep of his eyes.
They are his stronghold, only to be let down by passionate feeling. Let him play about with the keys and fumble with the gate, but return not you to his stair. Don't fool yourself into thinking that is the kind of security you would want. And you are young. There are many more amiable men with much better respect for your goodness. Raise your expectations for yourself and you might be surprised!
Oh misery and all it's friends; the long dark nights of crying yourself to sleep. Tears washing away the dreadful lust. For it is lust to want the happy fortune of an imaginary bond.
He does not love you. His eyes flicker over you, dead, lighting upon the small creature you should not envy. Oh how mislead were you. Yes it was his fault but more-so you yourself are to blame for creating him to be all that he was not.
You shall have your cry. Painful and tight the grip of hope on your heart and lungs, that steals your breath when his presence you feel. Poor unfortunate soul. But after a short while you will wake up and feel alone again like a fresh moist air after a quickening summer rain.
All seasons fade away, but it is your choice to keep on loving. Your choice alone.
Don't follow your heart for it knows nothing! It is only designed to make a decision based upon what you tell it. Following it will take you in a dizzying circle, without pity, waiting for you to snap out of it!
Return not into the keep of his eyes.
They are his stronghold, only to be let down by passionate feeling. Let him play about with the keys and fumble with the gate, but return not you to his stair. Don't fool yourself into thinking that is the kind of security you would want. And you are young. There are many more amiable men with much better respect for your goodness. Raise your expectations for yourself and you might be surprised!
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