Metaphors. Don't you love how they work to shield us from the unpleasant things in life?
But it's all words. And we know words can't hurt us.
But they can. They wound deeply. The lack of words can cut and gouge your soul 'til you don't know where to go next. That's when you close off those avenues and hope for the best.
Lost, alone, wondering what the hell happened to your life, your time.
Wasted. Sitting, waiting. Waiting for what? Nothing, really. Because, after all, nothing ever came.
What are you here for? Did you get it? Did it make you happy? I hope so. If it did, I'm glad for you.
Some thoughts for the day.
But it's all words. And we know words can't hurt us.
But they can. They wound deeply. The lack of words can cut and gouge your soul 'til you don't know where to go next. That's when you close off those avenues and hope for the best.
Lost, alone, wondering what the hell happened to your life, your time.
Wasted. Sitting, waiting. Waiting for what? Nothing, really. Because, after all, nothing ever came.
What are you here for? Did you get it? Did it make you happy? I hope so. If it did, I'm glad for you.
Some thoughts for the day.
