Wednesday, October 25
rewindpause. rewindpause.
i need to speak with whoever said "time heals all wounds".
i'd like to noe why it jus gets harder with every new day. it's not supposed to be like this. isn't someone supposed to hit "play"??
i dun understand how it is fears creep up on you with every sun rise.
it's not nice when the first thought that pops into your head when your eyes open is
"is it today??"
is it today you lose someone you can't..?
cos you noe it's gonna happen someday. when do things attain a remote level of normalcy..is this one of those "learn on the job" kindda things? where you're supposed to stagger around until one day -who noes when- you suddenly realize you have strength in your legs again and you fling your crutch aside.
do those days happen?
or is it more like - you continue to struggle everyday, for the rest of your life. you never grow strong enough to rely on your 2 legs again. sometimes you trip, fall..but you have to keep walking or you get trampled on. so you can never do your lil strut again. cos you'll always be hunched over hand tightly clenched over the arch of your walking stick. ¶ 1:08 PM
i'd like to noe why it jus gets harder with every new day. it's not supposed to be like this. isn't someone supposed to hit "play"??
i dun understand how it is fears creep up on you with every sun rise.
it's not nice when the first thought that pops into your head when your eyes open is
"is it today??"
is it today you lose someone you can't..?
cos you noe it's gonna happen someday. when do things attain a remote level of normalcy..is this one of those "learn on the job" kindda things? where you're supposed to stagger around until one day -who noes when- you suddenly realize you have strength in your legs again and you fling your crutch aside.
do those days happen?
or is it more like - you continue to struggle everyday, for the rest of your life. you never grow strong enough to rely on your 2 legs again. sometimes you trip, fall..but you have to keep walking or you get trampled on. so you can never do your lil strut again. cos you'll always be hunched over hand tightly clenched over the arch of your walking stick. ¶ 1:08 PM
