As the clock changes and the clouds cross the skys, I wake of nightmares. Its been a long night to say the least. He is no longer there- my prince, and yet I feel it is best for him. No I will not explain this time...it is not my place to. It isn't time to. I just feel...and know it is time to move on.
Usually last night would have calmed me down...it didn't this time. I only feel most lost. I know just one thing.
The words were said.
My venom spreads its ugly face yet again...all though I think it is safe to say more then safe to say that it was I who injected it this time back into my already crazy life. I stirred up things really by just telling my Prince the truth. Now I wonder the out come of it.
All the world around me has seemed to no longer exist. People, places, things. I know I sound like a child learning the meaning of a noun all over again, but oh well...I was never really good at such things.
Everything is shattered...its like I have bent down to pick up- or gather all of the peices. But I already know I can not put them back together again.
Confiding in a friend last night...I spent much of my night talking to him. Only to find out this morning what it is that others say when I am not around to hear it. The words they share with others of their own concerns. If I were to stop...if I were to listen...what good honestly would come out of it? Something I am sure...
But as for now: I listen to myself...and they can just wait.
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