George Bernard Shaw once wrote; "There are two tragedies in life: one is to lose your heart's desire, the other is to gain it." As far as I’m concerned, Shaw was a punk! 'Cause you know what? Tragedies happen. What're you gonna do, give up? Quit? No. I realize now that when your heart breaks, you gotta fight like hell to make sure you’re still alive. 'Cause you are, and that pain you feel: it's life. The confusion and fear.. that's there to remind you that somewhere out there is something better. And that something is worth fighting for.

Friday, June 4, 2010

...feelings...

Even though the room is empty, I can't breath! It's filled with emotions, memories, mostly bad... Echoes of a past... 
Not really forgotten. 
Painful.  
I'm terrified. 
It's all coming back to me. 
Rushing through me, making the hole in my chest bleed again. It was never really closed. Wrongfully patched. 
Going back now makes it even harder. 
Harder to breath. 
To think. 
To feel. 
I'm numb. 
Moving but not really moving. 
More like floating.
I'm like a black hole. 
Darkness is my friend. 
It makes feel comfortable.
Like home.
Like old friends, it welcomes me and I'm welcoming it back.
Posted by *LiLiTh* at 12:21 AM

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