Shit. You amaze me.
These days, not much in life is absolutely certain.
But you... You are.
No matter what, I always know that you will be there.
Not only will you happen, but you will always stink.
Your stench can be overwhelming.
You are vile.
Sometimes you are devistatingly painful.
Other times your potency is hidden...
As a source of certainty, you trump most others I can think of:
You always happen... you always stink...
And you always end.
I know you'll be back before long, but I get a break.
Releasing the weight of your burden is an imeasurable relief.
Holding onto you or spending too much time analyzing you, obsessing over your complexity, just keeps me from that gratifying end.
Any discomfort I blame on you should be directed at myself.
A viscious cycle.
Obsessing over the discomfort and unpleasantness, bitching about your recurrant pattern, extending the time before your end.
Shit.
(c)2009 LBA
haha. So true. And can be construed in so many different ways. clap clap.
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you know u are in a spell, and you break it once, but its like you are trapped, you are holding a gun, and u want to pull the trigger, but you just cant.
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To blast another heart, does it take courage, or lack of heart?