Two islands.
Pain. Strength.
Can you see me there?
D r i f t i n g, crashing with the tides.
Oscillating. Deliberating. Lost.
Compass broken. Only place to look is up.
No sun. No moon. Just gray.
The gray of clouded conceptions and disorder.
Paddle forward.
Paddle backwards.
Does it matter where I'm going?
No.
As long as I'm moving.
Keep going,
Because to stop is to lose control,
To. stop. is to sink.
Pain. Strength.
Can you see me there?
D r i f t i n g, crashing with the tides.
Oscillating. Deliberating. Lost.
Compass broken. Only place to look is up.
No sun. No moon. Just gray.
The gray of clouded conceptions and disorder.
Paddle forward.
Paddle backwards.
Does it matter where I'm going?
No.
As long as I'm moving.
Keep going,
Because to stop is to lose control,
To. stop. is to sink.
posted by haze at 4:17 PM
1 Comments:
that's deep woman.......... i had to read it twice to get it, but i don't "agree," I "concur" :P
kinda relevant to the situation, that keep moving part was how I felt the frist weeks I was here.... I had to keep going so I wouldn't have time to stop and think about all the shit that was wrong in my life and how much i wanted to be at home where I didn't have to try to fit in, cuz I already did......
it'll get better with time.... i promise. and like i said, my steetfighter skills are at your beck and call for 13 days at xmas time!
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