The fantasy is simple.
Pleasure is good.
And twice the pleasure is better.
That pain is bad.
And no pain is better.
Bu the reality is different.
The reality is that pain is there to tell us something.
And there's only so much pleasure we can take without getting a stomachache.
And maybe that's ok.
Maybe some fantasy are only suppose to live in our dreams.

? 1:03 AM

Endure

If I can endure for this moment,
whatever is happening to me.
No matter how heavy my heart,
or how dark the moment may be.
If I can but keep on believing,
what I know in my heart to be true.
Then darkness will fade into morning,
and with this dawn a new day, too.

? 6:39 PM

Sorry, I'm Closed

We were friends, we were lovers, we were friends
You're hot, you're cold, you're warm
You come, you go, you linger about
I'm showered with affection
Then ignored without intention
You pull me close, you push me away
You want me, you don't, but you won't say good-bye
On bright days, you don't need me
But when the dark lonely ones come around
You reach into the shadows
Where you keep me hanging
And feed from my soul

No More

I'm cutting the chains with which you have bound me
I am setting myself freeI can no longer be your crutch
There is nothing there for me

My best wishes go with you
For your peace
Some love and some happiness
As I must now move along
To find some of my own.

? 6:33 PM

Many people don't know that the human eye has a blind spot in its field of vision.
There's a part of the world we are literally blind to.
The problem is sometimes our blindspot shield us from the things that shouldn't be ignored.
Sometimes our blindspot keep our lives bright and shiny.
When it comes to our blindspot,
Maybe our brains aren't compensating,
Maybe the're protecting us.

? 2:23 AM

Time takes pleasure in kicking our asses.
For even the strongest of us
It seem to play tricks
Slowing down
Harboring until it freezes
Leaving us stuck in a moment
Unable to move in one direction or the other.
Time flies.
Time waits for no man.
Time heals all wounds.
All of us want is more time
Time to stand up
Time to grow up
Time to let go...

Labels: time

? 1:11 AM

Most of the time we can't tell what's wrong with somebody by just looking at them.
After all, they can look perfectly fine on the outside while on the inside tell us a whole other story.
Not all wounds are superficial.
Most wounds run deeper than we can imagine.
You can't see them with the naked eye.
And then, there are the ones that takes us by surprise.
The trick with any wound is to dig down and find the real source of injury.
And once you find it, try like hell to heal that sucker.

? 1:04 AM

A good basktball game can have us all on the edge of our seats.
Games are all about the glory, the pain and the play by play.
And then there are the more solitary games.
The games we each play by ourselves.
The social games, the mind games, we use them to pass the time, to make life more interesting, to distract us from what's really goin on.
There are those of us who loves to play games.
Any game.
And there are those of us who like to play a little too much.

Life is not a spectator sport.
Win, lose or draw, the games is in progress whether we want it to be ot not.
So go ahead, argue with the refs, change the rules, cheat a little, take a break and tend to your wounds but play...
Play...
.
.
.
.
play hard
play fast
play loose and free
play as if there's no tomorrow....

OK, so it's not whether you win or lose...
It's how you play the game, right??

? 12:49 AM

There are times that even the best of us have trouble with commitment.

And we maybe surprise by the commitments we're willing to let slip out of our grasp.

Commitments are complicated.

We may surprise ourselves by the commitment we're willing to make.

True commitment take effort and sacrifice.

Which is why sometimes, we have to learn the hard way to choose our commitments very carefully!

Labels: commitments

? 12:41 AM

Labels: lunatics, rants, suicidegirl

? 11:43 PM