All those promises were lies, weren't they. *laughs bitterly* Everything I believed in, thought was beautiful and warm, is all cold and stone. All is unfeeling marble and chipped statue. Beautiful promises of eternity have crumbled into dust and nothingness, leaving nothing but rolling waves that stretch from skyline to skyline.
I suppose we'll have to row that boat together towards the horizon of understanding. I have a feeling God will be there, with the answers - no matter how confusing they seem - and if we get there, then we will touch down on shore and be safe. We might be afraid to row, but we're stuck in the waves anyway. There might be storms along the way - indeed there already are - but it's no use being stuck in them without resisting. We'll have to row on, no matter what.
...And yet, strange, while I say this, my heart isn't quite ready to forget the hurt yet. I won't delete the old entries this time. Cause I want to remember this, so that I won't make mistakes of this sort again. It hurts like hell. But it's happened.
AngelRaz · Sat Jun 25, 2005 @ 11:50am · 3 Comments |