It's odd how things resurface. Memories, emotions, fears.. Disturbing, even.
Haunting. Staring me in the face when I glance into a mirror. Creeping into my dreams when I close my eyes. Hiding, even, behind every smile I still manage to muster. And believe.
Where does the line between belief and reality blur? Where do the two overlap, and where does one trump the other? I believe I am happy. So why does reality keep making this so hard for me?
I wish I could transcend what reality believes is appropriate for me. Ok, maybe I shouldn't be happy, hell, perhaps I don't even deserve happiness, but for once, I AM.
Let me fucking have that, please. I shall deal with reality some other time.
Haunting. Staring me in the face when I glance into a mirror. Creeping into my dreams when I close my eyes. Hiding, even, behind every smile I still manage to muster. And believe.
Where does the line between belief and reality blur? Where do the two overlap, and where does one trump the other? I believe I am happy. So why does reality keep making this so hard for me?
I wish I could transcend what reality believes is appropriate for me. Ok, maybe I shouldn't be happy, hell, perhaps I don't even deserve happiness, but for once, I AM.
Let me fucking have that, please. I shall deal with reality some other time.
2 comments:
you deserve all of your
happiness, conz.
as painful as the past may be,
you have to live your life to the
fullest, fuck everyone else, things are in the past for a reason .
you da shit .
[sideeye, Key]
you deserve every bit of happiness that you have/can find/think about.
although the memories aren't that great you have to work through the bad to give to the awesome.
(ex. terrrrrrrrrible past friends, then, Studio 19 now ^_^.)
but just a reminder that the past IS the past.
P.S. i HATE you, KEY!!
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