So sometimes, we all have to give up on things. We have to just stop exactly what we're doing and give up. And then it makes it all okay for the things we gave up on. They can go back to how they were before you came, and you can start trying to pick new things up and start over. We can pretend it never happened, we can pretend that those things we gave up on never existed, or we can just drop it and watch those things be happy.
In a way, we're all those girls with the braids tied with simple ribbons. Our mouths sewn shut and buttons for eyes. We all wear a red checked dress, but not all of us have that bruise in our hearts. Not all of us exprience heartbreak, and most of us hope we never will.
And for one person, that feeling is my fault. I tried to fix the bruise on my chest. I tried to rip those stiches off of my chest and put my heart back in. I tried to go backwards in time, skipping the voices, skipping the dream, skipping the tears. And guess what? It only made it worse.
So, as all stories go, there must be an ending. The ending, I presume, starts much like this.
And so I bid you, adieu.
nangal · Mon Dec 29, 2008 @ 10:16pm · 0 Comments |