after debating with myself for a few days
i finally decided to post something i wrote.
disregarding the few people who frequently read, or stumble upon my dear blog.
truth at hand.
"Why? Why would I come here? Why would I come to a place where a few long days ago, I gave my heart away? With mixed emotions I lay what I had down on the concrete floor. Unwilling to regard my hearts lonely past. I sat. Piece by piece I let it slip between my clinched fist, unsure if this action was of great necessity but sure of the joy of the short moment. Rightfully so, there was a battle going on, for my thoughts, for my heart,...for my soul. At last! I was won. But by the rightful owner? I cannot say. I do not know. I gave my heart so eagerly a few long days ago, but was the general of my direction, the keeper of my heart, so willing, so ready to accept the large baggage my small package carried with it? Or did he not know what he had so readily accepted? Did he not know that the words that flowed; so smooth, so ballatic, so fluent; captured the prize? The prize that he may or may not have wished to obtain. Regardless, of what he wanted, he had It; my so poorly managed heart. What a shame, that I would give it so quickly without considering its current protector."
a little melodramatic. i know.
but when you receive the inspiration you have longed for, you do not reject its company.
so there it is.
truth at hand.
do not think.
-mk
