Thursday, April 13, 2006
I thought you were different. But I was wrong. And i hate to think that i was wrong. I thought i could be correct, for once.
Umpteen times, you have peirced the spear through my heart. You left it there for a while, then took it out, reaching in, healing the wound with love. The next moment, you peirce the same spear at the same spot. Though it seems that I'm healed of all wounds, when I look into my heart, all i see are holes, and inside every hole is a bottomless pit where your name drops in. But it doesnt matter to you, because what you see is only the surface. Never have you tried to find out what's inside. You look, but you do not see. You hear, but you do not listen. That's you.
But I still care. I really do.
It's a beautiful disguise.