Machine of the Mind.

It’s funny how these things still hurt, the fear and dread reminding you of how much you gave, the tears coming softly, no longer substantial but the warmth of them lining your lids. And you wonder why you ever gave it all so that someone could stomp on it and deem it not worthy enough. And it’s not about them and that you loved them, affection doesn’t run as deep. It’s the hurt that runs deep, the anger, the insecurity that came with their blatant rejection. The Devil threatens to continuously swallow you with it even years after when you thought it had gone, packed up and left. But he wants you to die and rot in the wake of its presence; he hates that you ache to live, find happiness and small comforts. Today I am losing, today I am failing because of what happened. And maybe I’ll continue to fail until a man comes, wraps me up in his arms and has the will and decency to heal my wounded heart. I don’t know when the feeling will die. But I have to fight evil because if I don’t I won’t remember that I am in some respect, worth something.

Jarred time  When they knew it had a definite end;  Most too fragile  To acquiesce to failure. 

So who are we to ask? Who are we to plan? Who are we to say I will wait, or I will go? When all in all, none of us, no, none of us knows. 

I want to feel free one day with a strong trust, a heart with big wings, thick feathers that touch the sky without the threat of the fall. 

Ya, our hands will get more wrinkled And our hair, it will be grey Don't think I could forgive you And see the children are starving And their houses were destroyed Don't think they could forgive you"

Good Will Hunting, Skylar (Minnie Driver) 

Good Will Hunting, Sean (Robin Williams) 

Alt-J - Hunger of the Pine