Saturday, March 5, 2011

Pretty pretty please...

You know that feeling, when you're just waiting? Waiting to get home, into your room, close the door, fall into bed and just let everything out that you kept in all day. That feeling of both relief and desperation. Nothing is wrong, but nothing is right either. And I'm tired. Tired of everything and tired of nothing, both in the same breath...

I know I have to be strong for myself, because I walk the road alone. Though I must admit, I'm tired of always being the one who has to fix myself and everyone else. Tired of being strong and for once, I just want it to be easy, for life to be simple, to be helped, to be saved. It won't happen, I made peace with that, but I'm still hoping, still wishing, and I'm still staying strong and fighting. With tears in my eyes, I'm fighting...

This too shall pass. Like everything is passing now and like everything shall pass tomorrow. Time goes by, it doesn't stop for your heart to heal, or for your best friend to come back. It goes on, and so should I. Because sometimes life really does feel like it's caving in on you, sometimes I do feel like I don't want to exist. Just curl up in a ball and go to that place between life and death, where everything is possible...

Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness. Those afflicted by it, those are the people whose heart never mends. It can however, be sown together with the magic of risking everything, for a dream that nobody sees but you...