Indiana Jones
Nov. 1st, 2003 10:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
transpaoI feel strange now. I feel as if the walls are closing in. If I can mange to stay afloat it will all be okay. I feel as if I’m just out running the boulder though. I can’t really say why. Or perhaps it will all crash in on me and I’ll find myself on some beach somewhere sopping wet covered in seaweed.
The curve balls keep coming and it feels like I’ve outwitted them thus far, but I see the one just thrown and I can’t breathe….But I must move…
Breathe…
I heard it on Monday, and I laughed a while
I heard it on Tuesday, I managed a smile
I heard it on Wednesday, my patience was tried
I heard it on Thursday, and I hurt inside
I know it’s been said that the bad must come with good and vice versa… I think I understand this; but my question remains: why can you never have anything Purely good? Something purely fun with no consequences. Something purely Kind without desire for recognition or reward. Something beautiful, unmarred. Love without Loneliness. Progress without leaving something behind.
I could cry now, but I should save that for when the wave finally crashes and the world is suddenly full of swirls, colors, lights, and that ever growing pressure in my chest….
You hear the phrase “Sink or swim!”
Do you ever think about sinking?
Have you ever wondered what happens after your heart stops… No not after life… but just after the heart stops… It’s really not the heart stopping that kills you… it’s the lack of oxygen to vital parts of the body such as your brain… So for those few moments before brain activity ceases do you feel suffocated?
If you find me in unusual form today, you can chalk it up too many things:
Illness
Post Halloween
A new year
Nyquil
Or I suppose your welcome to come to your own conclusions.
you know it's horrible pathetic but fitting:
"As he leaves now I fear his fleeting image will still be with me but foggy and blurred. And the only chances I have to see him will be those random moments when your eyes move to quickly?"
The curve balls keep coming and it feels like I’ve outwitted them thus far, but I see the one just thrown and I can’t breathe….But I must move…
Breathe…
I heard it on Monday, and I laughed a while
I heard it on Tuesday, I managed a smile
I heard it on Wednesday, my patience was tried
I heard it on Thursday, and I hurt inside
I know it’s been said that the bad must come with good and vice versa… I think I understand this; but my question remains: why can you never have anything Purely good? Something purely fun with no consequences. Something purely Kind without desire for recognition or reward. Something beautiful, unmarred. Love without Loneliness. Progress without leaving something behind.
I could cry now, but I should save that for when the wave finally crashes and the world is suddenly full of swirls, colors, lights, and that ever growing pressure in my chest….
You hear the phrase “Sink or swim!”
Do you ever think about sinking?
Have you ever wondered what happens after your heart stops… No not after life… but just after the heart stops… It’s really not the heart stopping that kills you… it’s the lack of oxygen to vital parts of the body such as your brain… So for those few moments before brain activity ceases do you feel suffocated?
If you find me in unusual form today, you can chalk it up too many things:
Illness
Post Halloween
A new year
Nyquil
Or I suppose your welcome to come to your own conclusions.
you know it's horrible pathetic but fitting:
"As he leaves now I fear his fleeting image will still be with me but foggy and blurred. And the only chances I have to see him will be those random moments when your eyes move to quickly?"
