Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Too much medication

(Facebook Note from July 14)

I am made so complex, and sometimes, I hate it more than anything. I hate how I have the potential to miss someone more than words can ever describe. I hate how things like life, heart beats, and rain makes me happy for reasons that I cannot explain.

Being human opens me up to more heart break and disappointment than any other life form in the universe. 

Who I am is so much more than I can even begin to comprehend. It's only a few short words, but it revolves around an idea that not even I can begin to describe. There are times when I find myself deeply in love with someone I've never even met, only dreamed of. There are moments when I feel like I'm totally lost in knowing where I am, or for the time being, who I am.

The thing is, I don't think I'll ever fully understand myself. I'm a mystery to myself. It's something that I can't see all the way through...only halfway. All I need is one thing that I can see clearly--one thing to believe--one thing that I can always go back to when shit happens and be like, "I believe this..because I can see it's depths and dimensions and still understand every part of it." I need that.

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