...and there was nothing in the heart but pain. For, sorrow was pain. Fear was pain. And love became pain. The heart was shrivelled. The scars were memories. It was no way to live, so it died.
Dark stuff there, Jean. *s* Is holiday depression sneaking up on you earlier than the Christmas commercials played before Hallo'een or are you just venting some leftover spleen?
I feel your pain. I think. Have you seen The Big Black Horse and the Cherry Tree?
ReplyDeleteDark stuff there, Jean. *s* Is holiday depression sneaking up on you earlier than the Christmas commercials played before Hallo'een or are you just venting some leftover spleen?
ReplyDeleteRick - have not seen either.
ReplyDeleteIrrel - ha... woke in the middle of the night with this in my head.
It just is :) My brain twists in weird ways, sometimes.
Dark and painful becomes my day. Your words have that effect on the core of my existence...
ReplyDeleteThere are very choices that exist when all one feels is pain.
ReplyDeleteMichele/letters
Rebirth comes from the seeds of the dead flower?
ReplyDeleteenough pain and it would come off as callous, and then it won't hurt as much, eh?
ReplyDeleteY'know when I'm "up", I can barely make myself visit here. When I'm "down"...it resonates.
ReplyDeleteHmm...
Been down lately.
D.C. - sorry you've been down lately, my friend.
ReplyDeleteSo, when you're feeling good, my stuff isn't for you?
sorry about that, too, dear.
Your site is often not for the light of heart. But that's okay. Happy cute fuzzy bunny just doesn't cut it all the time either.
ReplyDeleteD.C. - 'Life' often is not for the light of heart. I'll add one tonight that isn't so bad... just for you :)
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