having a blog can indeed be tedious. I now sit in front of this blasted computer and now wonder how to began wording my sentences.
Firstly my life seems to finally be in order, having broken thing's off with her (twice now and no longer counting) I now question mine-self, was the decision just?
After running the question's over and over in my mind (which at this point was beginning to hurt, as one would say like the beating of drums echoing in an empty cave)
I find that the choice made was a sound decision, having foresaw no future for the two of us. Time seemed to have halted, frozen, on that very day, bygones could not be bygones, namely, we had said and done to much, hurting each other, and rendering our self's unable to move on.
It is true that many say I am a bastard, driven by selfish and greedy motives. That is not so, I assure you, my reason's were purely simple and logical.
I find no fault in them. For whence a woman comes to often suspect the man
she's with as being unfaithful, the relationship of love and trust ends.
From the ashes rises a monster know as "doubt".
From the wee hours of the morning till dusk, tough he remains faithful, the man finds himself constantly questioned for every action taken. Her company once joyful now sour, no matter how he struggles and toils to save what had been, it all be in vain.
The only solution to the problem, they each go their separate ways, burying bitter memory's and leaving them, like husk strewn from wheat.
For if a person does not muster him or herself, coming to terms with the
past, it only serves to have the past return knocking at their door.
The past can be painful, often we strive to not let go, having it slowly eat us from within till we be nothing but husk, dried and withered.
From tragedy is born more tragedy, we find ourselves with scars so deep, unable to open ourselves up again, never learning from it, but living in constant fear, the fear of repeating the same mistakes again.
Often when we experience such hardship and pain, we become oblivious to those around us, the people who are there for you, to comfort and to guide you seem nothing more then a hindrance.
But be weary least the wolfs come knocking at your door, and all help hath been turned away.
I am weary, I am weary, but hath done what must be done, for what it's worth forgive me, forget me, when the day is done.
Yours Always,
Be
