That Forgotten Feeling.

I don't know if this is how I'm supposed to feel, but to feel something, is always better than nothing. This is healthy. This is how you're supposed to feel when your heart meets a dagger. I have always forgotten the fact that pain is part of a feeling, not some kind of sensation in which you party in. This is how life talks to us. In a way that never shall we have more listeners than one.

We talk of what it felt to be in yesterday's company, we overlook the fact that tomorrow's coming. This pain, or whatever it is that I'm feeling right now will end, tomorrow, the day after, or what seemed like forever. But it will end.

And if you want to know the feeling I'm talking about, run your own fingers slowly through your hair, and pretend they're someone else's.

The Wisest of the Fools.

You say that only a fool believes there's good in every heart.

You say that only a fool sees things that aren't visible.

You say that only a fool makes music from sounds that can't be sung.

You say that only a foll tries to fly.

You say that only a fool swims against the ocean waves.

You say that only a fool leans against the wind.

You say that only a fool makes life out of a dream.

You say that only a fool let's the heart love.

You say that only a fool holds out hope.

Very well.

I am that fool. And I will die fighting.