Monday, August 2, 2010

Resistance is futile...

There are still holes. I just find ways to fill them. There are still barriers. I just find ways to overcome them. There is still pain. I just find ways to suppress it. There is still darkness. I just find ways to bring forth the light. Yet there are no more tears, not because I find ways to dry them up, but because her death took them all away...

Evil has many faces. We can never recognise it until it's too late. I wouldn't have predicted this one in a million years. I don't know what makes her hurt inside, or why she feels she's not enough. But I hope that one day, she sees that she is great and she is worth fighting for...

To be a brother, to have a friend, to have a family. We want it so bad, that some are willing to invent it by themselves and just play all the parts. But if you play a role long enough, if you really commit, does it ever become real? Could I become real? Most actors toil in obscurity, never stepping into the spot light, but if you hone your craft, work diligently, you might just find yourself cast in a role of a lifetime...