Sunday, September 25, 2005
Maybe I’ll forget.
Maybe it’ll be no big deal.
Maybe everything will fall into place.
Maybe everything really does happen for a reason.
Maybe the sky really is blue.
Maybe some things don’t need to happen for a reason.
Maybe it is for the best.
Maybe I need to resist the urge to become a rock or an island.
“And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.”
Because maybe there is no pleasure without pain and maybe, just maybe, crying cleanses the soul.
mamaerica at 09/25/05 12:55 PM
Been there, done that, and man it sucks! I hope your last paragraph sinks in to all of us who need to hear it. *muah*
Krush at 09/25/05 08:16 PM
So sorry to hear you aren’t feeling 100%. Thanks for the reminder that not everything comes up roses and that sometimes we need the pain to get to the pleasure.