Saturday, May 09, 2009
its funny how things just throw themselves at you. is that how our life should be? is that how the remainder of the road will be?
Looking up at the sky, nursing a cold beer in his hand, he asked the stars a simple question. is this what i am supposed to go through? he looked onto the horizon and sipped his beer. he got off the bench and walked down the beach, letting the waves lick at his feet, calloused by the fires of life. The cool water relives his worries temperorily. The gentle swashing sounds calming his confused and hurt heart. Kicking the water around, thoughts of just leaving this place he calls home drifts in and out of his delirious, lost and confused mind. Home. Is it really a home? Or is it just a house? A shell or place that caters to his primal needs of shelter, food and water?
Seperations and connections. Love and hate. Friends and lovers. Fire to ash. Every good thing has to come to an end. or do they?
words. can they really express what is going on in the heart and mind of a person? or are some emotions, thoughts and feelings just beyond the grasp of any language?
"It's better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all" This quote by Alfred Lord Tennyson. It is one quote that i hope NEVER have to experience. At least not with the ones i hold dear to my heart, and close to home.
I went off at
1:04 AM
