Thursday, November 19, 2009

Deep Into That Darkness Peering, Long I Stood There, Wondering... Fearing... Doubting...

Raise of hands, who enjoys making choices that they do not want to? Exactly. But I can't really agree with this, now can I, because I am the one who made the choice. Aren't I? New raise of hands: Who has ever had an event (or several if you're lucky like me) which caused their heart to break? I'm not talking about something that was hard or heart-wrenching or painful. I mean a time when it felt like your heart has actually broken, physically. If you ever have I am so sorry because I know exactly how you feel. "I don't know why they call it heartbreak when it feels like all of me is broken." But we're back to the point that I can't be complaining about this because there is nowhere to place blame but on myself. I may have a broken heart but I'm the one that broke it. A rock and a hard place, the lesser of two evils - I had to make a choice, and choose I did.

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