February 2012
5 posts
Anonymous asked: Why is it, that you loathe the thought of permanence? The though of something that perhaps ends, seeing how everything eventually does so. Yet you seem to appreciate the shortness of things rather than their longevity?
FromAFewDaysAgo
There is something strange and beautiful about the way people can be connected. The way you can climb into the shell of a person and ache because they are so distant, or the way you can hold a loved one experiencing their first heart break and begin to cry. I know that part of growing up and evolving as a person is going through the trials and the pain, but sometimes I wish I could take it on for...
There were things dropping out of trees marking little X’s on the ground reminding us of what used to be.
Spread thin with the hope of growth.
Rebirth.
A life lived again.
When we are here, it seems less fragile.
We are surrounded by life that stands taller than us and shades us from morbid thoughts of the end as simply the end.
Caught in a moment before the emotional commotion...
You are like a child. Making violent noise out of nothing. kicking and trashing around. Not speaking, just slowly destroying the surrounding. I find myself disappointed in the passion exerted into nothing. Into a purposeless abyss.
Word might travel fast around here, but it takes days and days of seeing you all the time to get any sort of truth. But that truth is worth so much more than ‘round the mouth to ear gossip.