I sat alone for the longest time. I remember staring at my bed, imagining someone that I'd wake up next to, and when it came time to go to a slumber, I'd weep till slumber finally came. I'd recall when on T.V. every time a person went back to their house, their domain, they'd call "Honey, I'm home!" When they said this it was as if salt were being poured into a bullet hole that pierced straight through my heart.
My everlasting death of emotion.
Now my dreams are finally turned into a reality. You changed my night into day, and death into life. You supply me with the true element of life, the one thing I was missing. dare I say the word, it becomes a curse, a jinx. Now that true emotion be revived, I wish it were dead again. I've felt pain before, and got tired of it. I don't want to feel a different kind of pain to suffice and thrive on my being.
May I have the power to lift the curse by true emotion. It's amazing how simple words can maim your existence in a spiritual form. May the curse be lifted when truth be spoken.
