Casting Light on The Dark Night.
It had to happen sooner or later...
Waiting for a phone call is at best a thing of hope... like all things... I would imagine. The anticipation of the dawn keeps you at the edge of your seat. It's funny how waking up with a smile can change your whole outlook for the day. It's amazing how one phone call can change it forever.
...this whole moving on thing...
I'm resistant. I find myself happy in my own world, trapped by my own mind. I convince myself that I am fine, that this is how things are suppose to be. That hurting... especially this bad, is meant to... because otherwise it never meant anything.... but the hurt doesn't last forever. Nothing does. If your absolutely lucky... maybe... maybe it does. That's the rarity of it.
...you just know you're not going to be the same...
Love is like Life I figure. It's unpredictable at times, it's constantly changing and moving, but there's beauty in peace and chaos, and it's like a grand opera or ballet rich in subtleties and you can get lost in it. My humor is unpredictable... the Laughter comes from the realization of incongruities in Life in Love. (Like telling me to be free to be... just be it in a normal way... like what's normal? and is that really free? with conditions and all huh?...sure thanks for understanding).
...because a part of you was left behind...
That part when you said let's talk, so naturally I assume and listen as well. There was talking, but only on your part. I, my assumption proved false. So I detach...
That's not it though. I let a part stay behind, it's just the rest of me has moved on. The times they are a changing... like a rolling stone.
...your only hope is that you did the most minimum amount of damage possible...
That's all really. If I have contributed anything to the world, then I hope it's not damaging it for the worst. I'm not an agent of chaos, though I see it's fundamental with change. It's just that yes, things are not perfect... but I believe they can be. It's not a social delusion as much as a social dream. So yeah I can be... normal even... whatever that is. And yeah, I might be a freak too but there's a line you do not cross. There's this natural balance.
Between the white night and the dark night, there stood a man.
In the end, he realize that moving on didn't mean giving up.
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