Monday, May 04, 2009
 | Moving on....from life, from the past, from the ties that bind our souls. On to the next endeavor, hoping it will be the last. Unpacking our baggage, and sitting...right down in the middle of it and hoping that for once...someone will understand what they see. To an outsider, it all seems like clutter. To me, every single mess stands for something. Sometimes...it seems overwhelming, even to me. To look in the mirror, and see all that has been compromised...all that I have given up, how I gave in. At times I am dissapointed...and other times, I am proud. Who knew, after all I have said...after all thats been done- that at my core, I am as strong and as real as I have ever been. Often I wonder who I am, and where will I ever really belong...I wonder if anyone will ever truely understand the Melissa that I know. Who knows? There are no guarantees...no promises, none that can be kept anyway. It's all random...no ryhme, no reason- just....luck. lol...and judging from my streaks of luck, I am more than likely fucked. |
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