Luck and Joy and Grief and I set off together into the world of
exsistance.Luck lay down and Joy ran off.
But Grief and I go wandering on .
A Persian poem. author unknown.
Well, I didn't quite do that quite right. I don't seem to do anything quite right. Maybe we all just need space. From time to time. Maybe differences get too much.
I still consider most people my friends. Even the ones I havent seen. If Qiu came up one day, I would welcome her with open arms, no matter how much we both hurt each other.
This isn't a hint.
I'm just at a loss now. I seem to have lost an important person. I don't know if it will ever get better.
I hope so. I can't stand the pain right now.
I feel so much, I'm numb.
Don't leave comments saying I'm whining.
I'm just sad.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Mourning
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2 comments:
I love that poem
feel better
Nifty verse. Googled it but only managed to find a cache of it.
By the by, cheer up.
"To be bowed by grief is folly; Naught is gained by melancholy; Better than the pain of thinking, Is to steep the sense in drinking."
- Alcaeus
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