Lil pieces that die with you ...

[Shinobi]

Lil pieces that die with you ...
It's very late, so this is sorta rambling but with a purpose.
It's amazing. How a new event or situation can birth in your heart a grand emotion. Then, as time takes it's coarse, it dies inside you. Someone or something or somehow it loses its magic. How one second, can alter your perception. How a moment in time which is not measureable can bring such a forcefull change onto you.
Not that what was changed wasn't there, but its a disappointment to see such potential go to waste. Or, to have an already deep rooted feeling towards something or someone killed.
After the distruction, this piece of you, which was given life, is now destroyed forever in your heart. You can never bring it back. It resides there amoungs other rubble. In time, the pain subsides. That or u hurt yourself somewhere else to forget about the one pain so u can move on to the next.
Often I wonder if one of these lil deaths, will ever survive, rather than perish in my heart or others.
- Shinobi

 

[Dtergent]

that was beautiful, shinobi.
life is a series of little deaths.
i guess which is why they say, the day you are born, you begin dying... emotionally, physically.
these "little deaths" are sprinkled all over my life, with uneven gaps between them, as little as a minute. i have hurt other people, with no reason to present, with no logical explanation as to why my emotions made such a sharp turn.
or sometimes, someone kills something in me and they die slow, painful deaths, clinging to my insides with their burning hands and leaving scars.
shinobi, these never go away. trust me.
what is unexplainable too is how you could see a picture, place, or even smell a certain perfume, taste an old lover in a new one's mouth,
and just break down, exhuming what you thought were buried and discarded of.
pain... aaagh...

 

[Noodle]

I dunno about living with pain always. It is very taxing on Me and I no doubt. To cry is to let go that little pain.
Each and every person I have loved and shared myself with in life--even those virtual peepz that me let in--has a piece of my heart. I'll stop loving when I stop breathing, like stagnant, static, unmoving.
I sympathize with you dude, really.

But those special moments are more important than the dissapointment in knowing that they are fleeting, never or rarely to re-happen.

 

[poezante]

sometimes things WILL survive.. sometimes it is neither the right time or place in ones life to handle such 'pieces'...
sometimes things will just fade away like you say..
just hmm.. i know what its like to have such an ideal love.. and come close to or never obtain it..
perhaps one day i will find it..
probably not b/c of my complex nature
but in any case... im still open

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awesome topic btw made me think.. havent been able to do that fer awhile.. and i probably went off on a tangent with this topic.. ah well

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CARPE DIEM = Seize the day
*my philosophy*
[This message has been edited by poezante (edited 09 August 2000).]

 

[writnpage]

Snowflakes. Unique. No two crystals are alike. They form, fall swiftly right onto our laps. Beautiful. Smiles. Laughter. Moments of happiness.
The flake falls to the ground and either mingles with the rest or simply melts away, and no other flake will ever be just like it.
Another thing of happiness gone.
But hey...look...there goes another snow-flake. Got to appreciate that one instead of mourning the loss of that which will never be back again.
Death is the ONLY guarenteed thing in life. Happiness lies in integrating that into a part of our reality.
Loads of luvs,
-Amina
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"Like a bird on a wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free" - Leonard Cohen