thanks forever:ything
inside her room, she paints me blueFriday, June 25, 2004
5 hours ago i was officially informed that my entire life and life's work has been taken away from me, for good.
how can i explain the feeling of losing 23 years of your life in the blink of an eye. as though your home had burned down in fiery malice. or suddenly your neighbourhood became a war-torn battlezone, and when the dust settles; all that's left infront of you is flacid debris. how do i put into words, waking up in the morning to find yourself in a room that doesn't belong to you, not a single possession or memory nearby to comfort you in your earliest solitude.
to build a future without a past, would be as if building a house on a bed of sand.
and to think that such a gruesome human being exists. that disposing of another person's life can be as easy as taking out the trash. to take advantage of this power we are entrusted with. to be so shallow to ignore the consideration of others. how can such a person live?
the road which crumbles behind me, leads to nowhere
reaching the end, and falling.
though i am survived, by my heart and soul.
how can i explain the feeling of losing 23 years of your life in the blink of an eye. as though your home had burned down in fiery malice. or suddenly your neighbourhood became a war-torn battlezone, and when the dust settles; all that's left infront of you is flacid debris. how do i put into words, waking up in the morning to find yourself in a room that doesn't belong to you, not a single possession or memory nearby to comfort you in your earliest solitude.
to build a future without a past, would be as if building a house on a bed of sand.
and to think that such a gruesome human being exists. that disposing of another person's life can be as easy as taking out the trash. to take advantage of this power we are entrusted with. to be so shallow to ignore the consideration of others. how can such a person live?
the road which crumbles behind me, leads to nowhere
reaching the end, and falling.
though i am survived, by my heart and soul.
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