Moments in life which disappoint us are hard.
There are no fancy words or fine phrases for that;
it simply is.
It isn't the sinking feeling that shocks us;
it's the moment where we realize that this is permanent
this is real
this is happening.
Even though we didn't want it to,
it has, and we must come to terms with that,
or we must fight with that
or we must be saddened over that.
The disappointment is the choice for our future.
Sometimes, I like to linger with the scent of it on my breath
mostly I just wish it away,
wish it weren't there
and that my happiness, so hardly won, would merely stay.
I want it to.
As I've often said, there's power in a wish.
Perhaps I should try it.
....
....
...
Non. Still nothing. My basement is still empty, and I still wish I weren't alone.
but I will keep wishing.
Yes, you may count, sirs, on that.
"Wait! Take mine for his!"
"....What?"
"My Soul for his! Take mine!"
Oh, OOTI.... do I understand you well....
"Now his life is forever mine--"
"And I am yours..."
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