Sunday, May 10, 2009

It is just like that...

There are some things that just cannot be changed. Staring at it for the longest time will shift it, not. I have been staring at this box for the longest time, and the angles were still the same, and I do not want it that way, but yea, the box will be just that way. Yea, it will be just like that, sigh, just like that. The problem is, at this angle, I cannot open it, and if I cannot open it, I cannot have what is in it, and I want what is in it. I do.

Maybe I will just break in, but until then I will just hold onto it. Quite tightly.

Things in the past I so would love to fix, but crossed lines don't move, neither can they be uncrossed. Walking with it is the only way to fix it. I just have to take the load and walk through.

Oh fuzzy lines, and green leaves, where the tree falls, there it lies. Purple petals, and pink ballet pumps, where the tree falls, there it lies.

That is just the way it is.

Yea, it is just like that.

Just like that.

I am an adult now, and staring at myself in the mirror for the longest time will shift it, not. And so that pile of KIV-ed issues on my desk, I have to face, sadly. Much as I want them responsibilities to just fly away they stay, and if you haven't noticed, the pile grows. It damn well grows, and as much as I stare, it will still be the same. The pile still sits and no one else is going to take that seat, but me. No one else can, but me. My pile, my seat.

Maybe I will just overturn the table and run away, but until then I will just sit. Quite tightly.

And so I sit here, box in one hand, with lines I may or may not cross, and piles and piles of files to clean up.

I walk on.

Mummy cannot help no more, I am not a child. She has her own pile, and her own seat.

Oh fuzzy lines, and green leaves, where the tree falls, there it lies. Purple petals, and pink ballet pumps, where the tree falls, there it lies.

That is just the way it is.

Yea, it is just like that.

Just like that.

A hug from her would be nice though, wouldn't it?

Yes, that is just the way it is.

It is like that.

Just like that.

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