cyriljackal | (no subject) (Reply)

The days were brighter, gardens were blooming, the knights had more hope in the silence, the wild was calling, wishes were whispring, the time was there but without a meaning....

My only hope in life is to cling onto others like a tick and suck what I need from them. I think that's how I live. I make nothing of my own to share. I can only take from others what I need to survive. Without my parents I'd have died long ago. Without someone to hold onto, I'd probably have spiraled into madness quicker than I do anyway.
You wish for things that can't happen.
No knife is sharp enough to cut away memories of what was, and feelings.
That's why self-mutilators always fail.
It hurts too much to hold onto the past.
It will hurt you every day forever.
Sometimes I'm pretty sure I'm repeating myself.

Here's where I appeal to any one of my friends to come hug me now.
Most of my friends don't read this though. I don't care to have some know what I think. Not this way.

My only hope is to hitch a ride on a rising star.
It's my only way up.

Falling stars.