Rendezvous
12 November 04 : 11.02 PM
There used to be something I want to write about. There used to be the getting upset over, the getting excited about, the sadness, the elation, the gratitude, the cynicism, the pain, the pleasure.
Lately it seems like they're drowning...
I would have tried to salve us. But we never existed. It was only you and me.
You heard we never reached the sky...
So as I sit here, I'm getting distracted by what I'm really supposed to be doing instead, I wonder, where did faith go?
Once, my rose quartz ball was so precious to me that I'd hold it to sleep and wake up anxious when it's no longer in my palm. I think I was just afraid of losing hope.
"I think you're more afraid of loss than anything else," he admitted.
You're so much more than good enough...
"It was a lie, albeit not without some truth."
"Would you die for it?"
"No, but I'm going to die for it ultimately. It kills."
"Then you're lying."
"I never said I don't."
"Neither have I."
When you lose your wings, this is how you live...
What am I doing?
I don't know either.