In the beginning....

Feeling: perfect
It kind of feels like we never know. nothing is for sure. nothing for keeps, be an indian giver. keep it all away but there the same time, its all in good health. When little girls dance and giggle and people with nothing left smile, it kind of makes you glad to realize it all. Dont let those moments pass you by. nostalgia is amazing. like looking back and realizing it was all worth it, even if it wasnt. Family but not makes it ok. certain songs and certain words make you glad to be where you are with whoever you there with. kind of the same that cemetaries do to me. friends but none can talk. they support you silently in your living. they cant protest or be disappointed when you make a mistake, even though you may feel it. its a unision that hurts when its your concious. the friends that remind you that life is ok are what makes it all flow. smile, its moments like these that last. a lone flower that just smiles at the world, head held high and ready for the storms it'll hit. it stands alone but it knows its not at the same time. they insipire me. something alone but something that stands its ground. a role model. it makes me wonder why everyone here thinks they're so weak. i hate that "someone blind[deaf][handicapped] has it so much worse. it makes me think of how good i have it for once" bullshit. yes, the full ability have something, but the ones that are out a part or two have it luckier. they know what its like. they never miss a beat. they live it all. dont let a moment pass them by. i envy them but at the same time i am one. life doesnt come easily for someone who can barely live a day without pain from their body. whats it like not to have to wonder day to day if thats gonna be the last one you have? if your heart/liver/kindeys/lungs will finally get tired...its amazing in an odd type of way. you dont miss the moments when you feel ok. dont miss a beat, darling. it could be the last you have smile, your alive, there are and will be moments to make us feel infinite
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