Writings from 11/02 to 3/05. |
1-21-05 Salaciously, I won't be your arm. I was tuned in to rebellion. I so selfishly wanted me for what I could hold, not for what I could learn. Even when I discovered that through rebellion, learning made me see into all that I could be without everything I had. I'm not a stick-up kid and I'm not gonna smash your windows. My heart is heavy, holding the weight of mis-forgiveness and soiled by what never came. I never saw what led to that but now I understand, as I'm a man who's been on top and been knocked down. On the way back up we realize who we have kicked and have misplaced and swear it won't happen again. Mercury falls and we think we're prepared or think that what we've seen is what it's supposed to seem but when a calendar page flips we see we haven't seen a thing. We can't predict the future. Having said all that while biding my time and not making the same mistakes that once destined to predicate my name, I see that what I've learned in other places clouds my upbringings with colors that tell me how everything can be right. I'm not alone in this train of thought. I could've been you, but I'm not and if you don't like who I am now, stop blaming me. It may not be my fault but no one's innocent enough to get a reprieve. A time will come where I've proved myself over and over and landed me in a greater spot that my senses can be proud of and it'll be easier to see than now, where nothing is still so sure. Don't doubt, just believe in me, and never wonder why I was put here at all. As Mercury falls, sure it rises again. |