beware of the bog girl
loved this book.. maybe i can find one day, a person who read them as well as i did,
Pain and loss, they define us as much as happiness or love. Whether it’s a world, or a relationship… Everything has its time. And everything ends. ~sarah jane smith~
These times are so uncertain
There’s a yearning undefined
And people filled with rage
And I thought of all the bad luck,
And all the struggles we went through
We all need a little tenderness
How can love survive in such a graceless age
And the trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness
They’re the very things we kill, I guess
Pride and competition cannot fill these empty arms
And the work they put between us,
You know it doesn’t keep us warm
Because the flesh will get weak
And the ashes will scatter
Make us throw off our contentment
And beg for something more?
The more I know, the less I understand
And all the things I thought I figured out, I have to learn again
I’ve been trying to get down to the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak
And my heart is so shattered
And my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it’s about forgiveness
Forgiveness
To myself
