don't ya hate it when that happens?
Monday, November 18, 2002
i hate conversations that end on a bad note.... don't know what to do, but i suppose i'm running uphill, alone... there remains only one path... no choices set before me, it's for the better, it's all that's left, beside the what if's and all that could have been's, it hides.... what does one do, how does one act? where does one turn next? tried to not let it come to this, but knew there was no other way.... all for the better, i hope, all for the better, i pray... i may be blind to the good in the end, that comes surely and silently, but at what price? seems there was no winner either way... do not worry my child, won't be here to stay... i will disappear, after all that's said and done... nothing is left, nothing to touch, just whispers in the wind... to love is to let go.... and set it free....
i descend from grace
in arms of undertow
i will take my place
in the great below
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