It's a little after 1 am on December 1, 2008. I sit here in this almost-too-stuffed armchair recliner, the lamp beside me turned on, with the dark creeping in from everywhere else. Silence fills my ears. I'm floored.
Why?
Because I've just read one of the most heart-shatteringly beautiful, achingly-poetic, utterly human things I've ever come across. It makes me want to cry.
But I can't share it with you.
Just be satisfied in the knowledge that you, no matter what your situation, are not the only one experiencing whatever might be plaguing you right now, good or bad. Things happen to people. Surprising things. Dark things. Secret things.
But that's the beauty and the pain of life. Knowing you're not alone in its pain and its beauty.
Monday, December 1, 2008
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I would like to say something like, Cassandra, you]d better have a good reason for mentioning and then holding out, or you are a meanie through and through.
Well, it's something I technically wasn't supposed to see ever, but it was so overwhelming that I just had to talk about it... =S
Glad you found meaning in... whatever it was.
Wow...
curiosity consumes me.
But maybe it's something that I already know, or something that I will learn with time.
I vote that you just might be a meaning through and through.
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