dolorous interludes.

What I used to be will pass away
And then you'll see
That all I want now is happiness
For you and me

morning melancholia has never felt this morose. perhaps old songs really do have a way with me, how they tug at my heartstrings! to feel unhappiness for two days amidst the bliss, what could it mean? to recognise once more old feelings of not ever wanting to disappoint, and always wishing to plaster sunshine smiles on the other, what does it mean? to feel torment because one has tormented the other, what should it mean? like tragic yellowed news reports that still plant seeds of incensed vehemence in the hearts of family members who have lost loved ones, i fear my wayward tumultous past meanderings will always haunt loved ones who wish to love but cannot simply because; some mistakes are irrevocable, and there is none to hope for except amazing grace.

posted by voyeur @ 6/02/2005 11:27:00 AM