April 28, 2009
cabincrewcat
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I often wondered if all the decision I made or what I said was ever right. Maybe for the time being it is, but I didn’t really think of all the consequences. There is this law, the cause and effect law whereby it stated that for every action there is equal and opposite reaction.
For every right, there is still wrong.
I had always wanted to be punished for what I had done.
Everything that you do will eventually echoed back at you. Trust me, I know this already.
Even simple words can be misinterpreted, giving a different meaning to different people.
Sometimes I force my eyes to close and look through the darkness at the nightmare inside. It feels like every choice I made is a wrong one. I would wake up at night, shivering and trembling, sweating all over and gasping for breath. What was clear in those dream, suddenly make no sense, no surreal rescues, no easy magic way out from the rabbit hole.
Or there is a savior. Someone that drags you from the wreckage, when you had dived in, ready to lie there and die. There is still love. When someone no matter what the cost shows you there is hope, a choice that you could put away the demon inside past the gaping hole. I’m sure that we are willing to suffer, to die for the thing we care about. Or someone dear to us.
I know that I was wrong. I'm a mere human that eventually made mistake.
Forgive me, please.
For every right, there is still wrong.
I had always wanted to be punished for what I had done.
Everything that you do will eventually echoed back at you. Trust me, I know this already.
Even simple words can be misinterpreted, giving a different meaning to different people.
Sometimes I force my eyes to close and look through the darkness at the nightmare inside. It feels like every choice I made is a wrong one. I would wake up at night, shivering and trembling, sweating all over and gasping for breath. What was clear in those dream, suddenly make no sense, no surreal rescues, no easy magic way out from the rabbit hole.
Or there is a savior. Someone that drags you from the wreckage, when you had dived in, ready to lie there and die. There is still love. When someone no matter what the cost shows you there is hope, a choice that you could put away the demon inside past the gaping hole. I’m sure that we are willing to suffer, to die for the thing we care about. Or someone dear to us.
I know that I was wrong. I'm a mere human that eventually made mistake.
Forgive me, please.
