A Poem...

I happened upon this poem... and I feel a kinship to it's words.


Love Is Not All

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

Bilancia

As in everything, there seems to be a certain balance to life. A balance that when tipped ever so slightly to one side somehow seems to send life spiraling into something that feels so... chaotically unbalanced.

I had you. For so long. You were my rock; someone to pull me back up when I had slipped too far. You held my sanity together. You became a part of me when everything inside of me was so empty...

Before... Loving you meant missing him.
And now... Loving him means missing you.

Seems like an awful price to pay for friendship.

Inanis

How convient it must be to shut one's feelings off.

... What an empty life you'd have to lead.

Effluo

Just when I think I had felt every kind of betrayal...

Wrong again.

If I could swallow a pill and forget about you... remove you from my mind, from my memory... from my heart. I would. I'm sorry, but I would do it without a millisecond of hesitation.



...I've never said that before.







And now I know I never will again.

Wise Words

If you have to constantly question where you stand with someone, perhaps it is time that you start to walk in the other direction.

The wounds will never heal until you remove yourself from the situation that keeps searing your skin.

I've learned that much.

News Flash

There is more to this life than just pretty faces.

I don't believe most people understand this.

Veritas Vos Liberabit

It's been a slippery slope but we've finally reached the end. It still feels kinda surreal but I'm confident that in the passing of time, the scars you've made will fade. As they all do. You may have knocked me down, but rest assured, I know how to pick myself back up. Far from it be this the first time and I very much doubt it will be the last. After all, small minds know only destruction. I may seem like a pent up person but I know the difference between being angry and taking my life's anger out on someone I love. Of that, I'm sure.

Once upon a time, I wanted to know what love was. Love is there if you want it to be. You just have to see that it's wrapped in beauty and hidden away in between the seconds of your life. If you don't stop for a minute, you might miss it.
The people who knock you down know not of this.

I believe Albert Einstein said it best: "Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds."
And that's all you are. Mediocre minds. You've proved that much.

I shall press on. I've proved that much.