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|AnnaLeBelle (profile) wrote, |
on 5-5-2005 at 8:31am
|Shit happens and you're stuck on the highway with a blown out tire wondering how you even made it as far as you did. Looking down the path you see it's too hard to walk, but you should try anyway, you never know what lies at the end of this concrete rainbow. Those that give up will only wait to watch someone pass them by because enemies don't give free hand outs. I really don't know where I'm going with this but I hope it helps someone. So, you walk and you walk and it's the toughest thing you've ever had to do. You seem to be alone, no one is there to catch you when you fall or help you carry on when you're hurt. Isn't that the worst thing about this trek? Humans cannot live without that emotional string, so how have you made it this far? Feet aching, sullen and ashy, you fall to the ground and then wonder.. 'Will I get up this time? CAN I get up this time?' All those times in the past you've fallen and someone took your hand to guide you back, but now that there's no one, who will save you? It has to be yourself. Get up and carry on, how else have you made it this far? The tings around you change just as quickly as the sun and the rain. One day it could be beautiful bliss, then next it's a jeering typhoon. And how do we live through this constant change in mood and season? We just do. We learn from our mistakes and remember to do things the right way. Maybe next time you'll remember not to fall if you pick yourself up this last time. Reluctantly, with all your strength, you fight back against this thing holding you down. With unbridled determination, you can overcome this desolate path. You can make this barren desert your own Paradise. You don't have to play by the rules as long as you stay true to yourself. Keep going, never give up, never surrender and listen to your heart. It will teach if you listen close....
[[Shuddap. I know it's sappy.]]
((The depressing alternative ending.))
Feet aching, sullen and ashy, you fall to the ground and then wonder.. 'Will I get up this time? CAN I get up this time?' All those times in the past you've fallen and someone took your hand to guide you back, but now that there's no one, who will save you? It has to be yourself. Then there is only excuses. All of those 'I can'ts' get in the way, they block out the light and leave you shrouded in your own discontent. The only rays of hope you have left are nestled in your wrists. What is there down the road that could be so perfect everyone fights and dies for it? No one will ever know, the road is endless in the dark. What's the point of finding it if when you do, someone will be there to screw it all up, to want to know everything about it, run all expiraments and scrutinizing scientific observations. Is there really a point to explaining the universe? They'll ruin it. It's better to not have found it... than to have it destroyed, isn't that what you think as your life paints the pavement? Another sacrifice on the way to peace. How many must die before they realize some things are better left untouched, unspoken, unheard...