Ariadne
I know you don't talk of it.
Your lips, shut so tight, are self-mocking,
you take blame so harsh,
as though the world should be tended
and your shoulders must bear the weight.
Dignity is yours, and grace,
but not forgiveness, you never could
let your own past lie.
Judas had nothing on you: your guilt is inside you,
festering somewhere in your stomach,
or mouth, or in the bowls of your cupped palms.
If I came too close, you would burn me
with the strength of your wounds. Your secrets have
become my own, your grief mine.
You have of me what little I could give.
The token anecdotes, the memories that seem to hurt
but that have gone stale like wine.
I would give more, if you would take, if I had more to give,
I, too, am mute in my pain.

Those who view life and think of the world only for its impossibilities, rather than the possibilities, do not know the potential each individual holds. There are always obstacles, aren't there??? No matter what people say, I would rather at least try to aim for what people think to be an unachievable goal, then to simply live day by day without any vision of a better future. Whether that better future is personal or global, it's irrelevant. And what you do to reach that vision in the future is not one that we should try to be recognized for. Half the things you do in life aren't recognized, and you aren't given awards. But to have the self-satisfaction of having done something extraordinary, is enough of a reward. You aren't doing someone favor by changing the things in the world that you think should be changed. It is something you yourself set out to do....

There are alot of people out there that I would look up to with admiration, and I only hope that I can live up to standards that they have set.

I think there are moments where you feel like you've lost yourself within yourself. I'm not sure how to define how I feel. I think I'm just numb. Somebody once told me that life should be lived forwards but understood backwards. And I think that is true. You can't comprehend the reason for things until after it's passed. I just wish I can look to the future now, and only the future. I'm not sure the past is something I'm ready to pry open just yet.