dysangelist
06-27-2006, 05:32 PM
And as I stood there, shaking, at a time when most people are asleep,
I realized, that at the only things that mattered - even more, the only things that
existed, were the wet wood I was standing on,
the cloudy sky I was looking at,
the wind around me,
the rain that acted as if it only started again for me,
his voice and
me.
It's funny, how the sound of his voice has saved me so many times, yet he won't even ever realize. Because... He doesn't care, and I'm a nobody for him. And I'm fine with it.
Because, 2 of his words, and I'm alive again.
Because it's the only thing that matters. The only thing that exists.
I realized, that at the only things that mattered - even more, the only things that
existed, were the wet wood I was standing on,
the cloudy sky I was looking at,
the wind around me,
the rain that acted as if it only started again for me,
his voice and
me.
It's funny, how the sound of his voice has saved me so many times, yet he won't even ever realize. Because... He doesn't care, and I'm a nobody for him. And I'm fine with it.
Because, 2 of his words, and I'm alive again.
Because it's the only thing that matters. The only thing that exists.