Description: Wouldn't it be great if we would stop living our lives hoping/fearing things and just live? If we could just know what is to happen, will and what isn't, won't.
I guess we'd have to take the risk and trust/believe, first. Ah, well. Everything is a risk, afterall, right?
The shitty thing about having expections or hopes, is we only think about this and don't think about the other possibilites being possible, so when it happens we feel betrayed and usually lose all that hope we had inside.
It's really too bad. Giving up, at the end of the day, isn't much of an option. Eventually, you won't be able to escape your pain and your nightmares.
To me, I'd rather face the horrible stuff and make it to the other side then sit in this shit forever.
She Hopes in Fear -------------------------------------------
She walked woven and dreamless, in a bad slumber that woke her crying
Though tears wash away, pain grips at the heart with a mighty hold
To turn away was not a choice, for the greatest enemy lay within herself
Grand illusions try to lead her astray and abandon her in her sobriety
For where should she look, if the sky has been smothered out and the path is no longer clear?
If she is to possess such iron will, must she, too, voyage it alone?
The tired and weary dream of sleep
Sleep that will whisk them away from this struggle to take another breath
She finds herself understanding, slowly, surely, seduced by the thought
Is it so easy to forget the truth?
It is this easy to make herself believe there is such an escape as enticing?
For how many more tears must be shed before she finally accepts what she‘s known all along?
To stop the hands of time and let loose her lungs with all the fury of her angst
To throw aside her fear of falling and make that final leap
Will she ever release her heart and let her love fly free?
No night, no moment, should ever hold her back
As time will pass, she too will change
And in every step she prays that her faith will be rewarded
Yet, nothing of her life was a mistake and this she has taken for granted
Drunk and asphyxiated
The pain has made her placated
When will she realize, life is a molding clay
That she holds within her own hands?
First of all! I haven't even read the whole thing, but I already am in love.
"woven and dreamless"
I love that phrase, where it is. Ay dios! /swoons/
Where should she look? If sight is useless, she should close her eyes. She should close them and take a second to remember. To find a new path. Why should she look at all? Just believe. Believe that every step will lead her closer to her goal. And if she doesn't have one... who cares? She can find one.