Monday, July 02, 2007
sadness is as feelings are, nothing but this strange entanglement of your soul to the devil. reminders of the obscure moments you find yourself insignificant. and yes, you are insignificant. its the embodiment of having everything yet nothing at all. capturing something only to have it slipping through your fingers again. your soul slowly escaping from your body, looking at yourself and shaking its head in disagreement. you tried, the weakness nothing but holding you back into the shadows of your pain. it is the weakness that you wish to obliterate, yet it is the same weakness that pulls you back into the gaping hole. and you realize you can never do anything much, never amount to something. the weakness eats into you. leaves you nothing more than an empty body, going through life with no motivation or hopes. and hopes, you realize is nothing more than a stranger who has turned its back on you, walking further away by the minute. yes, sadness is as feelings are. may you fight the devil with will and heart.
Thy sang her last verse at coffin 8:31 PM