"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Hurt...

 
(Music: Johnny Cash ~ Hurt ~ written by Trent Resnor)
 
 
 
I hurt myself today,
To see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain,
The only thing that's real.
 
The needle tears a hole,
The old familiar sting.
Try to kill it all away,
 
But I remember everything.
What have I become?
My sweetest friend.
Everyone I know,
Goes away in the end.
 
And you could have it all,
My empire of dirt.
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt.
 
I wear this crown of thorns,
Upon my liar's chair.
Full of broken thoughts,
I cannot repair.
 
Beneath the stains of time,
the feelings disappear.
You are someone else.
I am still right here.
 
What have I become?
My sweetest friend.
Everyone I know,
Goes away in the end.
 
And you could have it all,
My empire of dirt.
I will let you down.
I will make you hurt.
 
If I could start again,
A million miles away.
I would keep myself.
I would find a way.
 
 


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