I know only a fool will misinterpret what im gonna say below. haha. FOOL.
Valentines day was completely EXTREME. There were best moments and BAD moments. Best were with Joee, Glenn and Clement (til we had to "go home"). Worst? Well, we'll just leave that as a mystery aye? But I'm glad that people agreed with me my worst part of the day.
I made bad choices. I made mistakes. It won't happen again. My heart's guarded. I've built my fortress and mote, piranahs and alligators. Knights of valour and clad in heavy armour. But my heart is Yours.
Its really got no where else to go. Everytime it gets out, it gets broken, rejected, cut, bruised, used. USED. Very used. It still is but I allow it to be sometimes. I get over it.
I then realise its not really ABOUT me. Its about who I love and what I'm gonna do. So I sat by the riverside and thought everything through and had a good cry. Loving someone who may not have the same intentions back won't help. Lamenting on the past mistakes and stupid choices won't do me any good. The lights waved, she didnt wave back. It was a deadly fairytale to fall into. Thoughts floated down the current into an abyss of darkness, hoping never to be found again. She hoped and listened for a voice. It said wait.
"AGAIN?! I've been waiting for a freaking long time! How much more of a decade should I wait?" "You waited 9 years. You can wait a while longer." "I know. I know I've grown. Its just, you can't help but fall back into it sometimes." "I get it." "So what do I do now?" "You'll know"
In a moment of urgency, there was a call. Yes a call. A very NATURAL call. (So sue me)
Getting out of the luxurious deco with a span of glorious lights, a call. This time, a call. She could meet someone, finally. She freshened up and left, glasses in hand. She could make out the shapes of things. Then a voice.
"Are you ok?" Nothing. She was tired and numb. "Are you ok?" Again. Nothing. "You know the ritual. C'mon." She left everything in joy. Burning the robe of mourning and sorrow, she laughed it off. "Shall we go?" "ok" They walked. "You can hold onto my arm" She left her heart and head behind, took his arm and walked off.
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