#69: Before I Die

It find it quite interesting how your soul & heart can die yet your body can carry on. Blood shot eyes and the burning sensation from forcing down the "numbing medicine" have somehow become something similar to normal. Hmm, isn't the human body amazing?

Inhale, exhale. Relax, you're in your own world now love.
no one can reach you...

"...They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding..."

#68: Rebuttals At Day-break

I have neglected my thoughts long enough:

I find people use words incorrectly.
"Anything is possible." No, anything is NOT possible. A man can never bare a child. Old women can not become young and NO ONE can live forever.
"Pride is a sin." No, no it is not (and I sincerely apologize to all of those people, religious or not, who believe differently). If one does something that one is proud of, then one should be upfront with it. I understand why sometimes pride is considered "bad," but being proud of ones' self isn't directly connected to vanity. While it may be annoying, it is still not a sin.
"I will never forget you." Yes, yes you will. You'll get Alzheimer's and I'll become another lost memory. A book will find its way to your face or your skull and you'll get amnesia. One of us will move and another person will move in, and years from now someone will mention my name and you'll say "Damn, I forgot all about her."

You're always on time, until the day you're late. You're never happy until the day you are. You're forever lying until the day you tell the truth. He'll always love you until the day he doesn't. You'll never leave until the day you do.

"Words like 'always,' 'never,' and 'forever' weaken your argument."
-Ms. Burke

#67: Eppur si muove

It's a bit quieter now.

#66: Multiple Visits With Malcomn

"If ponies rode men and grass ate the cows
And cats should be chased into holes by the mouse
If summer were spring and the other way 'round
Then all the world would be upside down."

The sound of the rain hitting the skylight is kind of fading into the background. I've listened to the same CD over and over again and I like when it ends- or when any CD ends for that matter- because there's just silence but you can still hear the music so clearly in your head. So clear that it sounds as though it's still playing. I like that; it makes me feel warm. In the silence after the CD stops, I think and how different things become when given the chance to think. Not to be influenced by the opinions of others, but if logic is presented who am I to turn it down? I've never had the actual patience or level of attentiveness needed to solve puzzles. I crave that skill now. My brain has yet to slow down, I'm not sure I can keep up. Sometimes I become fascinated just watching my fingers move or seeing our hands intertwined. I wonder why I wasn't blessed with the gift of concentration. Curiously enough, I'm like a bull; I hate the color red.

Ambiguity is the word of the day.

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.