I'm not sure where your draw a line between weakness and hope. You would think that the courage hope takes would automatically draw it away from weakness, but that's just not true. Hope often travels with ignorance.
I never would have realised,
if time and time again,
the wrong person hadn't arrived
at the perfectly right time
and told me that everything would be okay.
If I hadn't caught myself
laughing in the middle
of the wet, winter streets, joy
despite the fact that everything
had slowly started to go wrong.
Because, ultimately I remember me
and I'll start all over again
I fell asleep, deciding, you
would call all the shots from here on in
It doesn't make sense.
I can't face myself just yet
but it's just easier, isn't it
to just admit you were wrong
dont take a moment to hesitate
dont realise the lie before you've said it.
It's easier than having to explain
to legions of people who
couldn't really give a damn
but for some reason, to whom
you are held accountable
for whom you will continue to bend.
'We look at each other wondering what the other is thinking, but we never say a thing.'
- I wrote this over 4 months ago. I'm posting it today. A reminder not to allow History to repeat itself.
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