October 20, 2005

• To love:

  To lose part of yourself to another and always search for it when you
  look in their eyes. Isn’t that what it is? You check to make sure that
  everything is ok and that everything is all right and that they’re
  taking care of that part you’ve given them – your trust, your hope,
  your essence.

  To hate:

  To recognize a part of yourself in the other, but it’s magnified – like
  looking at an insect through a magnifying glass and what once was a
  tiny, insignificant thing has become a monster.

  Anger:

  An offspring of frustration, a realization that you are powerless to
  change something, and that is why it feels like you’re being pressed
  against a stone wall, the sharp edges cutting into your cheek and you
  lose your warmth to its apathetic solidness.

  Hope:

  The belief, no matter how silly or transient or ephemeral, that there’s
  a bus coming right around the corner because you tried hard, so hard,
  to get to the bus stop on time only to see it leave and now you have to
  wait, knowing that you’ll be late, but knowing without knowing that
  there’s another one…. coming…..

  Fear:

  The sibling of anger, the silent sister of darkness, the one that lurks
  in shadows and lies. She feeds on suspicion, on ignorance, on doubt.
  But she is without malice until you give that to her too, because she
  can keep you safe, or she can destroy you. And nothing can stop her.
  Nothing. Except Truth.

  Truth:

  Abused and neglected, battered and tattered, but still, the weapon of champions.

  • 12:42 pm
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