The last few days have been an emotional up and down - some hours I'd feel absolutely down, next I'd be the personification of positiveness... all depending on how well I did convincing myself that all that happens is for the best... of whatever... :/
There's something I noticed in more than just one way this last week... not that I didn't know before, but it seemed to be such a general mood among the ones I know and also concerning myself this last week... it's that, no matter how much someone cares about you, if he/she isn't the "right" one, all the efforts don't really seem to matter. They do, of course, because you see they like you, you may be grateful, but it won't really make you feel better after all - it might even make it all worse. It's a terrible truth... hurting the one concerned, hurting the ones giving their best...
My best friend's leaving her parent's house to go to a new school this Sunday. She'll live several hundred kilometers away from there then and the guy she loves and has been with for over a year now won't come with her... he'd like to but he "can't" (long sad story...). She's known it, but of course it's hard to accept once the day really approaches...
Another friend of mine had some pretty bad troubles last week as well, which made me sad for serveral reasons... and last, but not least, I got my own little tumults running high these days - also because of more than one reason... I just hope the general "up" after every "down" period's comming soon...
Ending today's post I got some more "lyrics" I wrote several days ago - I might put them to song indeed, though not to a selfwritten one... I lately had the idea to write lyrics for some Apocalyptica songs - they are (mostly) instrumental rock/metal/epic songs, played with three celi and drums, for everyone who doesn't know them. VERY beautiful and VERY emotional.
As always you're welcome to find your own meaning to them, but I won't tell mine... there you go:
Born from the wishes of longing and doom
Agony calmed by true lover’s hope’s bloom.
Whispering sinners damned by their sun,
Defying their fate, still feeling as one.
See through the clouds, through the mist and the rain
And drink from their beauty, the victims of pain.
Dark skies may enlighten, dead loves may revive
To wander the earth as the shadows of life
The once owning child now a powerless wreck
Living her days as the symbol of strength
Bearing the pain of a hundred decades
Laughing to you through tears born from faith.
So long then.
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