Constance

I dont know why I’m writing this...i think it's probably so i can understand myself more and for you to understand that nothing is constant...nothing at all, not even the things inside of your head or the things inside your precious heart. I think that if you look hard enough and search long enough you can picture exactly what is in your mind and make it seem real. I think that if I turned my mind into a picture it would contain the following: There would be total silence but total chaos The wind would be blowing and blinding your path It would forever rain and have a never-ending sting as it slapped you in the face The only visibility is a single island that contains all the things that are constant That is birth, life and death Each one of these would be represented by a masked figure Birth would be a nothing Merely a structure to be built upon Life would be a split face Sadness would cover the majority of the face And happiness would linger in a small portion Death would have the face of a corpse Bloody and Pale But most of all it would represent the torment that my soul has gone through I have found what my mind is painted as…. Few things are constant in life Too many fade away And not enough attempt to stop the rain and the rage that battle on in my mind Life is a constant conflict of mental struggle between reason and madness Life is inevitable You can not stop it from dealing you the worst of luck But in my mind I live on this island That floats alone In my soul… I hold on to the most constant of things True love True hate True anger And true friendship All of these things are rare None of these happen everyday But when they do happen They don’t last for life They last for longer They don’t last forever They last far longer than that Eternity is just too soon to give up these constant feelings So I’ll have my birth My life And eventually I’ll have my death But until that day… I’ll hold on to the most constant of things My life until it ends My friends until they fade But most of all… The love I share Whether you are or are not my blood I’ll love you as if you are To all of the things that are constant in my life Written January 12th, 2002 © on Jan 12 2002 09:01 AM PST   0 • 12