Back to my Shallow Grave
"It's a bitter faith when it dies slowly".......I had this dream recently....it felt like forever....when the girl I was gonna spend the rest of my life with....started saying the wrong things....started paying attention to the wrong things....started to lose sight of what was important....and started to be a different person from the little girl I once met. It was depressing. I was far, far, away from across the sea and I felt cheated..hurt..sad...helpless, and most of all lonely again. Like taking out an old scab on top of a recent wound in your heart, and finding that it was bleeding all along underneath. I loss interest in things after that. I once again felt the need to be that person I once were. To move and protect myself like I once did. They say a demon cannot be hurt. Move fast...stay young...never look back...never surrender your heart...Ignorance is bliss...Attachments are for losers...Game is everything...and judgement comes from your work, not what other people have to say. I pause and say a little prayer before I move on, hoping that maybe somewhere along the way I meet someone again....someone who could change my mind...change my world...change my heart...and hold it right there. That maybe I would find someone who can make me happy. Preferably a bit longer this time. I know it is a long shot...It most probably won't happen...but at least I lived my life...did my thing, made that change, and walked the line...
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