Josiah Jacobus-Parker Posted October 19, 2005 Report Share Posted October 19, 2005 There's moments when we look to the ground and see a gap growing. It's splitting at our feet and the ideas are all flowing and beliefs we built our empire on are starting to slip through. No stone is built so strong as to face that on its own. The fear of the beast, is not so much the falling but that which has already fallen. We?re consumed by trying to stay afloat and fly. Then when it finally gives we?re left free-falling to the ground We can be building our empires and lives upon a thought placing our feet upon it to reach the next height. Then one action or a word can throw it all to shame. Can loosen the grip you had above you and unbalance it all again. Then with luck you find an Angel. She smacks you all around on the back of the head in a wake up call to sort yourself out fast. She delivers the news the way it should be with no padding and no pretense. She?s hard enough to kick you ass so it?s still smarting three weeks later. She may be an Angel, but no one said that they were gentle. You can be so all consumed by the thoughts of ill-tidings that you forget about the good that people?s love can bring. It seems that these people are Angels in disguise. Friends are just our Angels who lift us to our feet, when it would seem our own wings cannot stand to beat. That or they kick us so far up the ass that we don't have a choice. Such is life. Now go and find your voice. ------ not really sure what to call it. I think it still needs a lot of work. It was mainly just me scribbling ideas down while I was layed up in bed today. Quote Link to comment
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