Only an end so cold.
Let’s play a game: It’s called How much stress can you fit into one person on one day?
I just want to stay up and read all night. But I’m tired, physically. Finished Too Far, aside from the ending having some delicious imagery, I was left really unsatisfied. It was kind of like ripping the wrapping paper off of a present in a hurry, only to find an empty box. Still, it was a great read. Started Flowers for Algernon and I basically don’t want to stop. I’m getting pretty excited, because the next book in my pile is one I’ve been putting off for quite a while, but it’s by my favorite fantasy genre author so. Yes.
Mmm, pizza with red onions, diced chives, a little spinach, and a myriad of seasonings that I’m not entirely sure what’s in, with a scatter of giardiniera. All for me. Good times are coming to my belly.
I expect for every dark thing in my life to work every second I breathe to consume me, but I expect more work out of my heart and my mind to try harder every second to over come it, to solve it, to resolve it, or fight it
I know that everything I believe will be tested, broken, or proven
Will be the lifeguard,
When you are drowning out at sea.
But who will be the savior
When the drowning one
This brings up a sobering fact, for the people that devote themselves to another. It’s more than just the fragility of yourself being placed into another’s hands and trust; the issue arises when you are no longer in a position to take care of yourself. When your arms are always around someone else, who is there to hold you up when your legs fail? Trust extends beyond an understanding of caring for one another, it’s a dependence, unknowingly placed upon everyone involved.
The noblest of lifeguards will drown unable to save any one ever again. And that’s a horrible incident.