Posted by susan47 on May 30, 2006, at 12:41:21
In reply to feeling sorry for myself, posted by James K on May 9, 2006, at 10:13:08
Where are You, James K?
People are worried about you ... now I've been wrapped up in grief too long, how about you .. my past is a trail I've left behind, like the trail of a beautiful beautiful black slug, because even though the name is ugly, even the word ugly is ugly .. ugly slugly .. you know, the creature itself is quite astounding. And like the silver trail of that creature, I leave behind a past that's making me what I want to be. Every bad thing I've seen, heard, witnessed, been a part of, even .. makes me this person, and it's up to me what to do with it, and from the deepest of ashes I've seen others rise to the good .. so can you, and I can too .. I sure hope your heart understands James, because that's one of the last things we're told as we die, and that's why some of us can smile, and others .. can't.
And for any paranoid people,
no that is not a threat.
Because I myself, still feel a bit hunted, and haunted.
The past rises up, it boils to the surface you know, like the old worn-out phrase, there is nothing worn-out about the past in times like this.
It hunts me, it's the past that is the hunter, but I refuse to be the hunted
any longer.
poster:susan47
thread:641706
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