We do for others because we don't know how to do for ourselves. We do for others because we feel it is the only way to make up for the damage we feel our craziness is doing to society. We do for others because it makes us feel good when nothing else in the whole world does, not even pills. We stay quiet and sit in the corner because others seem so much more needy. We require so little, you and I. A fact which does not sit well with others who would label us as too much to handle. When in truth, all those such as us really need is a bit of understanding, a bit of reciprocation, maybe a touch on the cheek once in a while and a sly wink. The rest of the world is needy. I'd rather be crazy. ~~Aimee

Saturday, 3 December 2011

Blow


I turned and she was gone. Like the wind blowing through the trees. She was the love of my life and I crushed her like the soft rose petal. I press my lips together and blow. Giving her the freedom she never had within my grasp. I watch as she floats away. Carried by the gentle breeze to a  new life and into the arms of a new love that will cherish her for the perfect beauty that she is. While I, the thorn, remain behind, tossed aside, and forgotten. A decrepit being unwanted for the cruelty its existence brings.



5 comments:

Carrie said...

Wow...creepy but awesome. I love the imagery, the use of the rose petal contrasted with the thorn. Very clever.

lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog said...

I've always loved your strength with words. Great pacing. Great writing.

oh...hey...how are you?

The Bipolar Diva said...

wow. just wow....

Maasiyat said...

Carrie and Lance, thanks

Diva, it takes one to understand I knew you would.

robinhawke said...

Power in these images, Robin

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