~beautiful Soul Weeps Deep~

It Seems To Me, That If People Only Knew How Hard It Was For Me To Endure Life, They Would Find It Easier To Forgive Me For All The Wrong Things I’ve Done And All The Good Things That I Have Failed To Do. And They Would Still Find A Little Compassion Within Them To Pity Me.

Sadness Is Also A Kind Of Defence.

Sadness Is Also A Kind Of Defence.

There Comes A Time When A Man Finds Himself In Front Of A Dark Uncrossable Abyss, Which He Himself Has Spent Years Digging. He Cannot Go Forward, And Has No Way Back. Words Have Failed, Tears Won't Help, And Who Would He Call Out To? He Can't Even Remember His Own Name. Then The Man Sees That On This God's Green Earth There Is But One True Suffering: The Torment Of Guilty Conscience.

They Looked At The Paper And Saw Nothing In Those Curving Lines, But They Knew And Understood Everything, For Their Geography Was In Their Blood And They Felt Biologically Their Picture Of The World.