Often times I wonder what life is really about. Is it just a series of events and random concidences or is there more? Are the people we meet meant to change us and help us along the way or are they just there? Does life mean more then what it appears to be? How does one define the status of which they live? Is it by wealth, happiness or even something else? What does life hold for each person? Will anyone really ever know?
I'm not entirely sure that I know the answers but I do know that there's more to life then random events. Call it fate, perhaps even destiny. Call it what you wish. Just as long as you realize life is important and one must first look inside themself to understand the world around them.
19 August 2003
14 August 2003
Alone for awhile removed from grave. A figure walks the earth bare in feet bare in soul. She walks struggling to know her soul, a glimmer a glance a perchance. Her wings flutter, some feathers missing some scarred and charred. Once mighty, fallen fast in the fate she lost the courage to speak, she walks with bare feet. When again will this beauty show her grace and return to her place.
01 August 2003
-like being killed
Sometimes.. its as if you were my last chance.. my last hope for salvation.. Maybe that isn't the right word but it is the only one that comes to mind presently...
You told me to open up, to not be afraid. You told me to trust you and yet I don't know if I really can. My trust turned to ashes five years ago and it has never really come back... I know you want to help me but I'm afraid.. I'm afraid of letting you down.. I'm afraid that I'm beyond your help.. You say you know how I feel.. That may be true but my emotions and my feelings are my own..
I don't know how to open up.. You see, I am not the person who does so. I am the person people come to in times of need.. I am their rock and their salvation while I silently ride my own storms of pain but perhaps.. Perhaps you can help me..
You told me to open up, to not be afraid. You told me to trust you and yet I don't know if I really can. My trust turned to ashes five years ago and it has never really come back... I know you want to help me but I'm afraid.. I'm afraid of letting you down.. I'm afraid that I'm beyond your help.. You say you know how I feel.. That may be true but my emotions and my feelings are my own..
I don't know how to open up.. You see, I am not the person who does so. I am the person people come to in times of need.. I am their rock and their salvation while I silently ride my own storms of pain but perhaps.. Perhaps you can help me..
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