"There was a time when I could fight," said Shirah with a nostalgic sigh. She stood over her desk, leafing through a box of old collectables. ER wristbands, group photos of best friends who smiled not at all, blood stains on cheap goth clothes, invitations and poetry was stacked nicely on a dark cherry-wood plank. She sighed again at the memory. "Yes there was a time when I could fight." The colors of anger, the thrill of pain, the taste of blood, and then gravel when knocked out. Defeat, victory, total pointlessness, never being able to bend your arm the same again: it was the memory of childhood, the sweet reminiscence of 16.
Then
"There was a time when I could fight," said Shirah with a nostalgic sigh. She stood over her desk, leafing through a box of old collectables. ER wristbands, group photos of best friends who smiled not at all, blood stains on cheap goth clothes, invitations and poetry was stacked nicely on a dark cherry-wood plank. She sighed again at the memory. "Yes there was a time when I could fight." The colors of anger, the thrill of pain, the taste of blood, and then gravel when knocked out. Defeat, victory, total pointlessness, never being able to bend your arm the same again: it was the memory of childhood, the sweet reminiscence of 16.
Then
Favourite genre of music: not rap Operating System: Windows ME MP3 player of choice: My love infused ipod Shell of choice: conch Personal Quote: "Don't worry, Sir. I don't have the ambition to be Hitler."
Life is a short and strange experience. Taking a step back makes all its problems seem simpler. Not more escapable, just simpler. There’s very little that’s new in the world. People’s desires, their demons, their pasts have all been lived before. It makes horrors seem insignificant. It makes joys more universal. It makes people feel small if they think about it. Distances seem longer, relations seem more insincere, but that’s ok. We get caught up in our little worlds and forget about anything else. This too, is ok. It’s always those who remember strictly and long with the nightmares. We forget in order to m
I was going to e-mail this to my love, but decided to post it so whoever wanted to could read it (and maybe understand me a little better).
THE VISION
So this guy comes up to me and says "what's the vision? What's the big idea?" I open my mouth and words come out like this…
The vision? The vision is JESUS – obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.
The vision is an army of young people.
You see bones? I see an army. And they are FREE from materialism.
They laugh at 9-5 little prisons.
They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday.
They wouldn't even notice.
They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the na
Here I stand. My tears striking the keyboard over and over and over again. With my life playing before my eyes in a stage-skit, and my heart breaking with a longing that tares at me day after day. Thinking of a conversation when I yelled up from my knees to a team leader that wondered how I was, in words broken with choking and sobs and slight insanity. "I just want to dance with him," I cried. "I just want to dance with my Lord, my delight."
You prayed I'd be happy, when I'm happy just to Be, even though the world crumbles constantly at my feet.
Don't you know? How tattered I am. How I get shot down every day. And the sobbing wi
Ello there darlin! Can't wait for tomorrow!!!!!!!!!! *extatic giggles* I should be doing homework, but instead I'm checking DA...go figure. Anyways. I miss you SOOOOO much and can't wait to see you! Love you!!!