Tuesday, February 28, 2006
So the wheel turns
It seems that the darkness within was never quelled, only made to be silent for that oh so brief period. And now it has returned to stalk my footsteps and haunt my dreams.
Very well then.
Oh explanations - you always want explanations. The explanations are my own, stored in the private journals I have begun to keep of the darker thoughts that lurk within - the ones I know you'd berate me for.
Some people I push from my life with ease and some make it so easy just to leave them behind in the flow of time - the majority of people, I can quite literally give the finger to and walk away if they offend me.
Why then are there those few that no matter the abuse or torment, I find I cannot leave them to die in my memory? Why hope for a different ending, why keep believing so deep inside - deeper than anyone can see.
It is only now, in the dark hour of the night when the facade that surrounds me is lifted and the full darkness shines through that you can see that deep... and then, only if I wish you to.
I buried you for all time, but now the dead are rising and nothing will ever be the same.
I want to write poetry. I may return once I am done.
- Dep
Very well then.
Oh explanations - you always want explanations. The explanations are my own, stored in the private journals I have begun to keep of the darker thoughts that lurk within - the ones I know you'd berate me for.
Some people I push from my life with ease and some make it so easy just to leave them behind in the flow of time - the majority of people, I can quite literally give the finger to and walk away if they offend me.
Why then are there those few that no matter the abuse or torment, I find I cannot leave them to die in my memory? Why hope for a different ending, why keep believing so deep inside - deeper than anyone can see.
It is only now, in the dark hour of the night when the facade that surrounds me is lifted and the full darkness shines through that you can see that deep... and then, only if I wish you to.
I buried you for all time, but now the dead are rising and nothing will ever be the same.
I want to write poetry. I may return once I am done.
- Dep
// posted by Dep @ 9:49:00 p.m.