The musings, laughter, anguish, and tears of a Stickman living the life drawn for him by the Artist. "I must learn to serve the Artist first, His pen directs my path. He breathes life into these worn-out sticks, And stickmen will see at last."

About Me

Poor. Student. Firefighter. EMT. Kind. Optimistic. Shy. Dreamer. Fool. Happy.

1.21.2005

Flurry

I don't know how to feel
I wish I cried more maybe that would take the pressure off
I want to blame someone
No you don't
I'm not angry-just sad
It's been a long time to pretend hasn't it?
I want to forgive you
I want you to be able to stand and be able to depend on me
I thought many things-but not this
Do you know what this means to me?
This love, this bond between friends is the only thing I point to on this earth
I don't have many
Have I laid so much so carefully
To have it freefall where I don't know?
I need to be reassured
I forgive you
But that means so much
My chest is a little tight
Am I overreacting?
Am I thinking too much?
I don't know
It was awhile ago
Then why does it cut so deep?
It was a long time
Sleep would help some
Sleep doesn't solve anything
Why is it hard to let go of it?
Am I supposed to?
I'm not sure
I think so
You can't really forgive unless you let go
True
Forgiveness-that's a whole nother ball game
Dances on broken glass-didn't you just write about that?
Yes
Take your own advice then-don't forget to love
It's hard isn't it?
Yes-i don't think anyone calls it easy
Okay
Talk to Jesus for awhile-He wants to listen
You're right
Goodnight.

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