That's what happens to things that are up: they must come down. And I have been "up" for awhile.
Do you know the feeling? That you're falling? You're dropping so fast that the wind rushing past you stings your eyes and freezes you. But you've been falling so long that you think you'll never hit the bottom, and you forget that you were ever on top; all you've ever known is the sensation of having lost something. But is it really nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them? To end them... to end them.... a truly terrifying thought. Why do I keep coming back to such things? Why? But that's alright. As long as my mask hasn't slipped, I'll have enough time to work through this, or at least escape some of the circumstances.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
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- Daniel Renquist
- This is just another new thing that's become old. If you're reading this, then you must be very determined indeed. But I digress. This is where I pour out what cannot be said anywhere else. Sometimes, this can be a little depressing or foolish, so bear with me.