Pain and passion, fire and ice.
Do they see me for who I really am? This tired, weary soul that travels along life's way. Full of pain and doubt, hidden behind the smile.
My time seems spent, and my energy is gone. Pain swells through my body with every breath. Sometimes I wonder if I was meant to return from the bifrost, to this consciousness. Life is a gift, but often bittersweet. Perhaps I live on stolen time now.
Love, passion, commitment. Stablility and security. These things elude me, felt for such a short time before it shatters all around me, leaving me wounded and alone more often then not. How often I've stared into the mirror wondering if I had the strenght to continue along this road, gazing out of windows in deep dispair, regretting the choices that had brought me there.
My heart aches for what its been denied. The future stretches before me, black and empty. No plans, no hopes, and no dreams. The only concrete thing that stays with me through the years is this constant companion of pain and depression.
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