Hurts don't it? Two years of building your dream only to see it collapse into rubble. There's nothing you can do about it. Just watch it. Watch it fall apart, every brick a memory, a promise made. Your head spins at the speed at which reality dawns on you. An empty space where your castle in the sky once stood. A void in your heart where you cherished every moment. The moment's gone, the music's over, the bar's closed. Head home! Only you can't.
You don't want to. Or is just that you're too scared to step out? The pentagram's not going to protect you anymore. The sanctity's been breached. And again, YET freakin' again you didn't see it coming. The light at the end of the tunnel was the express train moron! It was not your delusion of salvation. Yea right! Love made your world go round? Brace yourself, this was just the beginning. You're not just alone, you're also on your knees. You've been brought there. You're caught in a sandstorm, every grain of sand, a dream that cannot be dreamt no more. Creating gashes in your skin, feeling it ripped apart and just begging for the pain to stop.
Spit the blood out, move it. You stop and look back, bad move. You know you can't let go. Can't let go of that hand which pulled you out of every damn crisis. Held you close every time the chips were down. Vanished any traces of previous scars. And it's this hand that put you here. Mistakes happen? I doubt it in this case. Why can't you just let go?
The tears subside, you have a little clarity. Survival instinct someone mentioned. You're making your way back home. The message you left was clear, yea there's love if you want it...
Monday, November 20, 2006
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