Aug 10, 2013 20:44:11 GMT -6
It's hard not to love.
People, things, institutions. When they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed. Love is the only feeling that makes sense.
But I know what love does to a man. Tears him apart. Turns him into something he's not. Something he promised himself he'd never become. That's what I need to tell you. To let you know how hard I'm trying not to cave under the weight of all the awful things I feel in my heart.
Sometimes my life feels like a deadly balancing act. What I feel, slamming up against what I should do. Impulsive reactions racing to solutions miles ahead of my brain.
When I look at my day, I realize that most of it was spent cleaning up the damage of the day before. In that life, I have no future, all I have is distraction and remorse.
I buried my best friend three days ago and as cliche as this sounds, I left a part of me in that box. Part I barely knew. A part I'll never see again.
Everyday is a new box, boys. You open it, take a look at what's inside. You're the one who determines if it's a gift or a coffin.
((Taken from the SOA app for iPhone))
People, things, institutions. When they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed. Love is the only feeling that makes sense.
But I know what love does to a man. Tears him apart. Turns him into something he's not. Something he promised himself he'd never become. That's what I need to tell you. To let you know how hard I'm trying not to cave under the weight of all the awful things I feel in my heart.
Sometimes my life feels like a deadly balancing act. What I feel, slamming up against what I should do. Impulsive reactions racing to solutions miles ahead of my brain.
When I look at my day, I realize that most of it was spent cleaning up the damage of the day before. In that life, I have no future, all I have is distraction and remorse.
I buried my best friend three days ago and as cliche as this sounds, I left a part of me in that box. Part I barely knew. A part I'll never see again.
Everyday is a new box, boys. You open it, take a look at what's inside. You're the one who determines if it's a gift or a coffin.
((Taken from the SOA app for iPhone))
