InternationalFunboy
Rhapsodomancer
- Joined
- May 6, 2001
- Posts
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Who am I? Nobody. I'm an optimist in the fading light of a sunny afternoon, the comforting embrace that tells you tomorrow is a new day and that everything will be alright. I'm a liar. I sometimes tip towards regret or sorrow. And I use those around me to pry myself back into the better world. My children and my betrothed. I define myself by their peaks and valleys. Successes and sorrows.
But not all of myself. There's more. The more I try to turn away from my own concern, the more I splay myself onto the wild and dreadful. I grip myself deeply and I hear the throbbing, undeniable, draw. It resonates in the short moments between when they are, and when I am. I want it more.
So I wake up and smile into the eyes of my lover. I dress my children and see them off to a day of bland. I compromise. Faithlessly walking a tightrope between tears and ecstasy, unwilling to exact the price. But I know the price. And I'm always saving, secretly saving, until the time is right. If only I alone could pay.
Who am I? The hopeful in a hopeless world. I can feel anything.
But not all of myself. There's more. The more I try to turn away from my own concern, the more I splay myself onto the wild and dreadful. I grip myself deeply and I hear the throbbing, undeniable, draw. It resonates in the short moments between when they are, and when I am. I want it more.
So I wake up and smile into the eyes of my lover. I dress my children and see them off to a day of bland. I compromise. Faithlessly walking a tightrope between tears and ecstasy, unwilling to exact the price. But I know the price. And I'm always saving, secretly saving, until the time is right. If only I alone could pay.
Who am I? The hopeful in a hopeless world. I can feel anything.
