Hmm, haven't written on here in a while.

I was...

Rip Tear, Tire Tilt

All belong in hopeless guilt.

But redeemed.

Ashes call fire home

Fire calls ashes home

When home still was ashes built

Now what does the house call its own?

The builder who built its walls?

The family who bought it new?

The child, whom on its floor crawls?

The one who chopped the trees?

No...

The designer of the fallen tree

The constructor of creamated ash

The builder of the child fair

How be y'all?

all I can do, all anyone can do, is to hold on, give it to God, and trust HIM that the waves wont take me under.

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.” - C.S. Lewis

Said it was love, but in the name of love would the hurt be so great? Would the pain only be on my end? Was it all on my end? Is it still? Betrayal slays me. Are lies not betrayal of trust? Being ignored, again, evidence against love, and if love is constant, then love must never have existed. I have been fooled, then... I truly meant and mean nothing.

Must everything be bittersweet from henceforth? Must rage, regret, longing, and love exist in companionship to corrode my body slowly...? A response shows much... and a lack thereof as well.

Waves of misery keep beating against the sand of my heart, and eroding it. In time nothing will remain but the water and the death the water brings.