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countinthefootsteps.moblo.pl
I will wait to love you I will wait another day. for you I'd leave all this behind.
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I will wait to love you, I will wait another day. for you I'd leave all this behind.
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where do you go with your broken heart in tow?
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look me in the eye and tell me you don't find me attractive, look me in the heart and tell me you won't go. look me in the eye and promise no love's like our love, look me in the heart and unbreak broken, it won't happen.
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speak slow, tell me love.
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i feel so lonely i could die.
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we go into denial because the loss is so unthinkable we can't imagine it's true. we become angry with everyone. angry with survivors, angry with ourselves. then we bargain. we beg, we plead, we offer everything we have, we offer up our souls in exchange for just one more day. when the bargaining has failed and the anger is just too hard to maintain, we fall into depression, despair... until finally we have to accept that we have done everything we can. we let go. we let go and move into acceptance.
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sometimes the changes are forced on us. sometimes they happen by accident... and we make the most of them.
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we assume the really serious changes in our lives happen slowly; over time. but it's not true. the big stuff happens in an instant.
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sometimes the past is something you just can't let go of... and sometimes the past is something we'll do anything to forget. and sometimes we learn something new about the past... that changes everything we know about the present.
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the future is the home of our deepest fears and our wildest hopes... but one thing is certain, when it finally reveals itself... the future is never the way we imagined it.
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doesn't matter how tough we are. trauma always leaves a scar. it follows us home, it changes our lives...
trauma messes everybody up. but maybe that's the point, all the pain, and the fear, and the crap... maybe going through all that is what keeps us moving forward. it's what pushes us. maybe we have to get a little messed up before we can step up.
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we don't wish for the easy stuff, we wish for big things. things that are ambitious, out of reach... we wish because we need help and we're scared and we know we may be asking too much. we still wish though... because sometimes, they come true.
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