| How long will this last, this delicious feeling of being alive?
But I was already a step ahead. I didn't trust anyone: not for directions, not for rides, not for advice either. Sure, it sucked to be lost, but I long ago realized that I preferred it to depending on anyone else to get me where I needed to go. That was the thing about being alone, in theory or in principle. Whatever happened - good, bad, or anywhere in between - it was always, if nothing else, your own.
I want so badly to believe that there is truth, that love is real. And I want life in every word, to the extent that it's absurd.
Some people can just move on, you know. They mourn and cry and then they're done with it or at least appear to be. But to me, I don't know. I didn't want to fix it; I didn't want to forget it. It wasn't something that was broken, it was just something that happened. And I'm finding ways, everyday, of working around it. I'm respecting and remembering it, but I'm getting along with my life at the same time.
I hope you're happy and completely lonely. 
do not lose heart we were made for these times. ♥ |