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The blind, the happy, the confused, the superior, the inferior, the ones who know no more than their own shadows, the ones who have never smelled the scent of a graveyard, or that of a glorious medow.
To constantly believe, but never percieve, those who seek what they do not have, not knowing what they seek, but do so regardless.
People, as was once quoted, "are no more reasonable then flys running into a fly lamp," they see the sun, but are ignorant of its heat.
The blind can see what was once lost, as one opens thier eyes, paradise vanishes, joy becomes a word, pain just another part of life.
Pleasure with pain, love with hate, joy with sorrow, all comes together, the greater the one, the greater the other.
The weak loose their way, and fall, those used to falling stand up again, but those used to staning up seem to fall again.
Weakness is to blindness as strength is to sight, there is not strong and there is no weak, there is only intermediate.
All the complex/confusing paradoxes reveal their truths, all is known, morals abandoned, sense established, emotion banished.
To those who fall, emotions returned, in part, sense lost, in part, hate dimmers, as love begins to burn, morals become the foothold of nature.
To fall for some is how it is to stand for others, a change from the change, a small sense of hope, a good chance of misfortune.
The unexpected is common, the expected becomes strange, the expected is revived, all that is wanted is unknown,now, look around, ready to fall?
The blind, the happy, the confused, the superior, the inferior, the ones who know no more than their own shadows, the ones who have never smelled the scent of a graveyard, or that of a glorious medow.
To constantly believe, but never percieve, those who seek what they do not have, not knowing what they seek, but do so regardless.
People, as was once quoted, "are no more reasonable then flys running into a fly lamp," they see the sun, but are ignorant of its heat.
The blind can see what was once lost, as one opens thier eyes, paradise vanishes, joy becomes a word, pain just another part of life.
Pleasure with pain, love with hate, joy with sorrow, all comes together, the greater the one, the greater the other.
The weak loose their way, and fall, those used to falling stand up again, but those used to staning up seem to fall again.
Weakness is to blindness as strength is to sight, there is not strong and there is no weak, there is only intermediate.
All the complex/confusing paradoxes reveal their truths, all is known, morals abandoned, sense established, emotion banished.
To those who fall, emotions returned, in part, sense lost, in part, hate dimmers, as love begins to burn, morals become the foothold of nature.
To fall for some is how it is to stand for others, a change from the change, a small sense of hope, a good chance of misfortune.
The unexpected is common, the expected becomes strange, the expected is revived, all that is wanted is unknown,now, look around, ready to fall?
just by being a catholic, yes the church that proved to be the most corrupt and power hungry over the ages, i happen to see all thse people. These people are the best. All they do is read the bible all day, kindof like those star wars nerds who end up seeing the damn movie at least 100 times. Well thats not all that bad, actually all it means is that these people seem to have nothing better to do. but just like those nerds who wished they could have a light saber or be a jedi these wonderful hypocrites believe they should practice the word of God.
just by being a catholic, yes the church that proved to be the most corrupt and power hungry over the ages, i happen to see all thse people. These people are the best. All they do is read the bible all day, kindof like those star wars nerds who end up seeing the damn movie at least 100 times. Well thats not all that bad, actually all it means is that these people seem to have nothing better to do. but just like those nerds who wished they could have a light saber or be a jedi these wonderful hypocrites believe they should practice the word of God.
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Its like running right past the rusted gates and straight into one’s hell. Of which one has never truly entered. Before was only a suffering and an overwhelming sense of emptiness, an existence without true existence. If one thought that before one entered a pit of despair, you’d be sorely mistaken. What makes a hell truly thus, is pain, suffering, sorrow, and, what didn’t exist before, hopelessness. The one ray of hope shinned through, no matter the crapy state of mind, or man made depression. But now with hope shattered all that can be done, is to continue on the only path left to me, waiting hopelessly for one day another tiny ray can shine its way through.
The true aggravation of it all lies in the heart, mind, body, and soul of it all. the true creator of all of this torture is none other than myself. I could never say that you caused me this pain, much less think it. in truth I loved you, and unfortunately for both I still do, and this pain can never subside unless, by some act of God, another goddess descends from the heavens. My aggravation lies in how you can say you don’t deserve someone who would give everything in an instant to see true happiness make its way towards you. Someone who would gladly put himself through a living hell to see nothing more than your beautiful smile.
But someone like that comes to live for you, and without you, or someone like you, that person comes to suffer every second, of every hour, of every day that his hope has been diminished. They say time heals all, well time has already paid his toll. It has given the chance to fall for you, and for so long, that it’ll take longer to heal. for you see, it is impossible plug up a 30ft hole with a napkin.
The problem doesn’t lie in looking towards the past. The past is the past, and what happened, happened. There’s no problem in understanding that. But the true sorrow is seen looking into the future. They say it’s a sin to deprive oneself of heaven, and to be with you would be no less than a heaven on earth. And as my punishment I am to live in a hell on earth.
For as long as I am who I am, the pain has a very little chance to subside. On my own, I came to understand what my priorities in life would be. I came to understand struggles, work, balance, but no matter how I would view it, there was always something missing, and without it, in the end I could never be satisfied with myself, not truly. It is who I am that had gotten you to feel something, but it is that same person and the same exact qualities that are the root of my suffering. Since then there hasn’t been a moment that I could honestly say I was fine. But the suffering is something I can deal with, knowing that I can’t be with you hurts now, but in time I know I’ll get over it, because I haven’t really lost you. But it’s the sorrow of looking into the future, and seeing nothing truly prominent waiting. Its reaching, and obtaining a possible greatness, with nothing to take true joy from. If anything I can say that I’m no more than just a little kid who wants the best toy. But the difference is that the kid can live without the best toy. But how can I truly live without someone like you?
I want so badly to keep this all bottled up, where it couldn’t hurt you too. I want to pretend that its all fine, and that I really do feel better. And its not a question of if I can, because I can. Its that I respect you far to greatly to let any of your requests be no more that a waste of breath. I would kill myself a thousand times to see to your happiness, but you made the choice to raise the veneer, and if you ever make the choice for silence, I would be loyal to your decision still. Believe me I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, or hurt, or make you think. The truth is that I’ll be hurt with no end in sight, none of it is your fault. Its mine for not taking the cowards way out, and stubbornly staying as who I have proven myself to be. For my morals, and illusions, for all that I truly am. And right now I apologize, whether you like it or not, for all that I may have pt you through, it wasn’t my intention. And even now I find it hard to write because I can’t imagine hurting you anymore; but if I know anything about you, its that you’re strong, but regardless, it pains me to do so.
I can’t imagine anything more satisfying than to be with a goddess, and you should know how I feel by now. But all hope for it has diminished.
Its like running right past the rusted gates and straight into one’s hell. Of which one has never truly entered. Before was only a suffering and an overwhelming sense of emptiness, an existence without true existence. If one thought that before one entered a pit of despair, you’d be sorely mistaken. What makes a hell truly thus, is pain, suffering, sorrow, and, what didn’t exist before, hopelessness. The one ray of hope shinned through, no matter the crapy state of mind, or man made depression. But now with hope shattered all that can be done, is to continue on the only path left to me, waiting hopelessly for one day another tiny ray can shine its way through.
The true aggravation of it all lies in the heart, mind, body, and soul of it all. the true creator of all of this torture is none other than myself. I could never say that you caused me this pain, much less think it. in truth I loved you, and unfortunately for both I still do, and this pain can never subside unless, by some act of God, another goddess descends from the heavens. My aggravation lies in how you can say you don’t deserve someone who would give everything in an instant to see true happiness make its way towards you. Someone who would gladly put himself through a living hell to see nothing more than your beautiful smile.
But someone like that comes to live for you, and without you, or someone like you, that person comes to suffer every second, of every hour, of every day that his hope has been diminished. They say time heals all, well time has already paid his toll. It has given the chance to fall for you, and for so long, that it’ll take longer to heal. for you see, it is impossible plug up a 30ft hole with a napkin.
The problem doesn’t lie in looking towards the past. The past is the past, and what happened, happened. There’s no problem in understanding that. But the true sorrow is seen looking into the future. They say it’s a sin to deprive oneself of heaven, and to be with you would be no less than a heaven on earth. And as my punishment I am to live in a hell on earth.
For as long as I am who I am, the pain has a very little chance to subside. On my own, I came to understand what my priorities in life would be. I came to understand struggles, work, balance, but no matter how I would view it, there was always something missing, and without it, in the end I could never be satisfied with myself, not truly. It is who I am that had gotten you to feel something, but it is that same person and the same exact qualities that are the root of my suffering. Since then there hasn’t been a moment that I could honestly say I was fine. But the suffering is something I can deal with, knowing that I can’t be with you hurts now, but in time I know I’ll get over it, because I haven’t really lost you. But it’s the sorrow of looking into the future, and seeing nothing truly prominent waiting. Its reaching, and obtaining a possible greatness, with nothing to take true joy from. If anything I can say that I’m no more than just a little kid who wants the best toy. But the difference is that the kid can live without the best toy. But how can I truly live without someone like you?
I want so badly to keep this all bottled up, where it couldn’t hurt you too. I want to pretend that its all fine, and that I really do feel better. And its not a question of if I can, because I can. Its that I respect you far to greatly to let any of your requests be no more that a waste of breath. I would kill myself a thousand times to see to your happiness, but you made the choice to raise the veneer, and if you ever make the choice for silence, I would be loyal to your decision still. Believe me I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, or hurt, or make you think. The truth is that I’ll be hurt with no end in sight, none of it is your fault. Its mine for not taking the cowards way out, and stubbornly staying as who I have proven myself to be. For my morals, and illusions, for all that I truly am. And right now I apologize, whether you like it or not, for all that I may have pt you through, it wasn’t my intention. And even now I find it hard to write because I can’t imagine hurting you anymore; but if I know anything about you, its that you’re strong, but regardless, it pains me to do so.
I can’t imagine anything more satisfying than to be with a goddess, and you should know how I feel by now. But all hope for it has diminished.
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