The dragon gazes at the sky,
Waiting evermore for the earth to dry.
"Hear my wisdom, learn my truths.
Nevermore thy heart forsooth."
I went on a walk this evening. Much like I do on any other night. And for once I took note of the hand gestures that I so often end up doing. For you see. As I lip synch or softly sing the songs that I'm listening to on my Zune. I end up doing a series of hand gestures that is not-unlike those seen on an individual who is giving a speech in front of a large audience.
Into the Darkness my dears do run. They cry and yearn for heart's lessons undone.
Right now at this moment. I am broken. That's the simplest way to think of it.
Resentful Anger.
resent offering my time.
resent offering my patience.
resent offering my trust.
resent offering my money.
resent offering my judgement.
resent offering my friendship.
resent offering my anything.
No conversation should ever solely be about one individual. Especially when it's condescending, negative and/or generally not so great.
Why?
Because it's a sign that you're giving up.
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