I had tried to be so kind, I had put in every effort, it had ended anyway, with no reason given. I bit the
bullet. I took it as best i could. But when i heard she hooked up with not one, two, three, but four of my good
friends in one night, while i was present, i realized the futility of believing in trust. i began to feel it
surging through me. All this being nice, open, and trustworthy got me nothing. All this niceness had held my
better half down. I began to wonder if i was restraining the right portions of myself. Suddenly those Tool
lyrics made so much more sense...
I just relaxed, and let it flow, unhindered.
It was unexplainable, but I could feel that familiar sensation again, the burning behind my eyes. I knew my
eyes werewide open, and I had a smug little grin on. I could feel it surging through me, every vein filled
with its essence. My eyes continued to grow. I could feel the push in the back of my neck, going down.
something was inside. The rage, the anger, the betrayal, it was all so comfortable. I began to remember what
it felt like to be alive. Then it began to hit me, it was so obvious. I was alive here. I was at home. The
betrayal, the anger, fed me. I had never been more alive. I hadn't felt this much power in a long time.
But everything else washed away, i saw nothing but my goals. The clearest path was the only one visible.
yes, i knew it now.
I was Alive Again. |
