Sunday, August 26, 2007

 

Unaided joy

At the end of the day all you have is yourself.

No matter how well someone might know you they will never know the full extent of your madness. Your joy. Your sorrow.

It doesn't really matter how hard you try to kill it. That small lonely piece of you will always be there.

And the choice is yours. Accept it for what it is. Or deny, deny, deny.

But nothing you can do will ever change this simple fact. Embrace it. With open arms.

Find out who you really are. Let the wolves at the door fall silent... and breath.

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