| Jan. 5th, 2006 @ 09:45 pm Too much... Must purge.... |
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Current Mood:  uncomfortable
Current Music: none
The past is a demon. The past is a demon. I fight it day by day by day. Not just mine, mind YOU. I fight it day by day by day. Some days it's a battle easily won. Other days I fall with a sword in my side, twisting, burning, bleeding... It makes my stomach churn, with rage and sadness and regret and jealousy... This demon if not kept at bay, will certainly destroy what I value most. The PRESENT. I fight it day by day by day. Hoping it will soon fade, and from time to sweet time, it does so, but manages to break free once again, and attempts to tear its way out of my heart. Life is like a box of chocolates... you never know what you're going to get. And sometimes, you get that one you hate, a sour, jagged piece, that you wish you'd never ventured to taste, but your curiosity got the best of you, and now you want to spit it out... but you cant. You can chew it and chew it and chew it, and let the bitterness sink in and make you sick, or you can swallow hard and move on to the sweeter things. Move on to the sweeter things... and hope they dont run out. Hope they are real. I fight, day by blistering day. |