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MasDom -> ...Overlick.1.. (2/18/2008 6:55:33 AM)
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Finally decided to post some emotional thoughts, and personal feelings on here.
Not expecting people to get it, but its just a personal thing that i,d enjoy seeing other peoples thoughts on.
Overlick P.1
As we part ways.
Friends come and go...
And as we meet people of a wider range, We often also find the shady side of things.
A new view thats like a weird twist in reality.
So often alien to us, and consuming with out us realizing it.
We begin so pure, and untouched.
Still like children inside, as our eyes finally strain upon the world.
..."The real world, and all its glory"...
Only we realize what that means, as it hits us like a brick wall.
Like a sick comparison, our minds,and lives like that of a baby bird.
-Knowing- well fly as we get ready to leave the nest.
Only what no one ever tells you, is you never had full wings to begin with...
Just two fledgling stubs, that could be called wings.
And just as we leap, that odd feeling hits us that something just isn't rite.
As like our real inexperience shows, we don't really have the answers yet.
Just cant seem to focus on our wings.
Usually everything but...
Instead just look around frantically searching for a solution, try different things hoping it can save us in some way.
Some curl up into a ball, and realize it feels like there going to survive when they hit.
Of course that never works..
Some actually hit a few times on the concept of gliding.
Some to do it rite, and others to just feel like they are.
Only slowing there decent in hopes its enough.
those who do slow enough still to break something along the way, as they keep smacking back into the surface behind them on the way down.
If there lucky it will heal in time, allowing them that chance later on.
Of course only if the predators don't consume them before they can last that long.
And then sadly some actually nose down.
In the end only one answer to it all...
The ground covered with failures, or the sky with success.
In life thats us...
Only difference is that in this reality were not falling from the sky. I,m sure it feels like we are though.
Here on the ground we can stop, and start all over if we really so choose it.
Decide not to hit the ground with a sickening thud. Problem is that instead of the air we fall into emotions, and longing, fears, and so much more.
Some of us will get it, and hopefully fly back up to teach others before there decent.
Even glide beside some one falling, and hope they take notes.
Others will meet the fox, and not in a good way.
I tell you this because here I am myself.
Sitting on a perch half way watching this hell...
Familiar faces come and gone, some still there either in flight, or waiting.
Flapping my wings hoping others can figure it out..
Left with a sense of regret, and hope.
Confused to all hell, as I realize I had only fallen to this perch, and my true test is still before me..
-Think about it before dismissing it, or cracking a joke.-
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