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something that was lost about the world going around and everything being connected but the words were rejected unprotected lost and so we start again along another path... and so we leave the mourning of the loss of revelation behind... and so we continue striving to believe it will come again and be better than ever... for any other way is failure and failure is not what we are here for... hope is all there is to live for... sometimes it seems that even my dreams are fading and the last of my hope is degrading to useless and hopelessness coats everything and inspiration is so blase that reason to continue is beyond the reach of my mind... but I don't mention this too often in any real depth because it brings out the worrywarts and the ones who distract themselves from their own stagnation and self-injuries by trying to save others who appear to be in trouble, never realizing that what they are doing is trying to find someone in the same misery because misery loves company and even if they can not save the person, they won't drown alone... poor motivation for sharing, no less trying to help... too much fear in the eyes... so if you see opportunity in my vulnerability then question your motives and ask yourself why you would send me your energy when you need it so desperately... misery does not really love company, it devours it... this entry sat for three days waiting for me to re-motivate myself to continue after the flick of the fingers erased the path I was taking and enjoying... sometimes, when the air is shot out of the balloon, there is another balloon to jump to... sometimes, there is nothing to do but flap your arms and try to fly... and then, barring some physical miracle, pick yourself up off the ground and fix what broke and start pumping up another balloon... it can be an exciting process, it can be a dreary process, this time it was quite dreary... previous - - - - - - - - next - - - - - - - - comment? - - - - - - - -
I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |