How the heart bears deep scars that the mind does not wish to acknowledge. How the heart reminds of what the mind wishes to ignore. How my sadness leaps, when contentedness wants to prevail. How my eyes weep tears, when they try to smile.
How is it, that no matter what happens, a sadness covers me like a blanket? I need it to sleep, but I wish that I did not.
Imagine: your love is like a wall, a heavy thing that you can not move. Your love is like a wave of light, illuminating all as far as you are able to see. Your love is like heavy mud, and you can no longer breathe. And yet, you are left, not yet dead, with only your love to keep you from desolation. This is not fair, you think. This is my gift, and it is rebuffed. And yet, for me, it has no value at all. For you, yes, it might be priceless, if you could only let it be.
About Me
- madabandon
- Brooklyn, New York, United States
- a musician/artist living in brooklyn with two l gray cats and an super-cute dog, writing about the trivial and the not-so-trivial, often sleep-deprived and benignly neurotic.
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