So it seems that some people didnt understand what the title of my last post. Lets just sat that I want to be cremated when I grow up.
But thats not the reason for this post.Im posting today on this night to say that Im mad at my dad. Mad at every thing he has done to my mother. I dont know why it took me this long to realise it but ive got a good reason to be mad. I dont want to be mad at him because ive never been truly mad at anyone before. I dont want to stop going to his house because I like being around my baby sister. She has grown onto me like a virus but I love the feeling of her bring me the cold sweet death that I once asked for.
(i hate having the tv on while im on the computer but the matrix is on and I had to watch)
to be mad is to expernice pain, to expernice pain is to expernice anger, to expernice anger is to expernice love, each one follows, with a life given, a fresh one starts, each child shows us the way to freedom. we pray for doom and glom but see light only in our way, we want to feel pain, we want to feel anger, it keeps us alive, but with it comes the choice of desinty that cannot be undone.
ReplyDeletewith each way we understand, as we stand at the top of hill, where we can see the clouds hididng behind the sun, we reliased i am but a object in the wind. a object in the wind thats flys down, that see the sky, but looks down, and sees the laughter that was once human, and then we know we make misatkes as human, but we see the light was way forward.