Journal Entry: Day 13: Breathing is a delicacy... June 20, 2010

Betrayal... At your hands?

Song: Liar, Liar �" NeverShoutNever

Mood: Uneasy

 

My pen has been laid to rest for the past 5 days, such a long time… I cannot find rest, and I cannot find words to etch on the tip of this paper. What goes comes around, eh? You can punch me once, kick me the second time, but dare I let you know, there is not third chances. If I am to swim, I am to expect to drown, if I am to live, I am to expect to die. I must expect bad things to migrate from good. I have two eyes to see, not one, but I am given a choice: I have only one mouth to speak, either good or evil. If there is up, there must be down, so if I get up, I can fall down, and when I fall, I must get up. If I can run, should I not expect to be pursued?

I now trust no one… Only one person stands… Betrayal mocks my every move… Sorrow haunts me… To love is to destroy… Why? Why? Is love not enough? Must love be like a lotus flower who shortly after releasing its beauty dies? 

Reviews

[Luna Northstar]

Powerful, confused, and so sad. I can feel what you feel through your writing; its awful and... I can't find the correct words. Only that I love this chapter.

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful chapter. I could feel the confusion and desire to know where to be and why? I like the last lines. A excellent chapter.
Coyote

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Once I had writers block and a teacher suggested writing about it. You have proven that this could be a nice idea. I liked the frustration you put throughout the entire piece.