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[Jan. 21st, 2010|05:00 pm] |
There are some things that can't be overlooked, and yet they are. Even amongst the wisest and the oldest of us. Some have been here longer than others, some do not make themselves known very often. And some do not like to let anyone forget that they are around. This place is filled with all types, from the quiet and mundane, to the loud and boisterous. From the ones with the tender hearts, to the one that would rip the still beating one from your chest. We all dance in this circle, tied to one another through something we wish were not so. How many of us have wished that we were gone from this place, whisked away to where those that are no longer remembered go. Do I become one of my own? I think we've all wished for it at some time or another. Perhaps because it is easier than dealing with those around us. Perhaps it is for selfish reasons, perhaps it is for selfless ones.
However we're all bound together, like a great big food chain. The weak are eaten and spit back out every day. They're devoured from the inside out. Then others come to pick up what's left. Sometimes to eat it, and sometimes to bury it. But there are ties no matter where we want to look, and no matter how we wish to deny them. How many of you lie awake and wish for that other person to be near you. Just so you can hear a supposed heart beat. So you can hear them breathe? Just to feel that they are there. A quiet ache, perhaps only you know about. Even the ones who are supposed to rule are filled with longing for one another. It's very sentimental.
Even those of us, myself included, who sit alone and seem to just prefer to watch things as they play out can only sit on the sidelines for so long. I don't have ties to anyone, and I don't suspect that anyone would want ties to me, but they will come as sure as the ocean washes up on the beach. As sure as the dead will fill my halls. It is only inevitable. We can push them all away, try to not give into this circle, keep ourselves from it. But it is when we push the hardest, hide the hardest, that we are pulled back harder than we have ever imagined.
Maybe if you pull hard enough, the rope will snap. |
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[Dec. 30th, 2009|04:11 pm] |
The world is like one big pit, and we're all just teetering on the edge of it. Not exactly towards death, or infinite blackness. We're all at the edge though, in one way or another. The ground is soft, and the pit widens every day when people slip in, and the ground they were on crumbles beneath them. This whole world is so very soft and finite.
Another year to go by, another hundreds of thousands of souls with me. Some too nice, some too mean. Never a brave man or a warrior, I never get that luxury. But I don't think I'd want to. I think not having them keeps me on this side of the edge. Perhaps my feet are dangling over the edge, but I'm not going to fall. Not yet.
There's too much work to be done.
New Years resolutions anyone? What are you just dying to do this year? |
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[Nov. 28th, 2009|06:05 pm] |
Well. Isn't this pleasant?
You all are truly ridiculous. |
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