No offense.
No one can quantify it, understand it, fathom what detrimental effects it brings.
I want to go. To find out where I'll end up.
I want to ask. To get more time.
I want to throw myself in the fire. To see if I burn.
I want to pitch myself over the cliff. To find out where I'd land.
I want to. So badly.
But I can't and I won't. Cause I know what it'll do. I know of the catastrophic effects it will bring.
I just don't know.
Thinking in the shoes of another always brings such adversely opposite repercussions.
I don't mind taking the silver bullet. Or the happy dagger.
But humans are selfish. We all want something more. Even if its something we can't have.
Feelings never have to be rational I guess.
No one could fathom
The emotional tension that builds as every day passes.
I could say/tell/express it to release some of the pressure.
But the bottom line.
I face the beast alone.
I am strong. I fight/duel/spar with it.
But walls will crumble.
People will tire.
Could I discount it all as bad luck? That fate was against my plight.
Wishful thinking? That perhaps I wasn't good enough.
Something I could erase? That scars could heal.
I have been strong and kept my chin up for someone else.
Could I be the same? For myself instead.
twistedshaft.
6/07/08
