Wednesday, April 30, 2008

• Those who matter don't care, those who care don't matter

   

  In every bond, one person leads the other follows; one person reigns and the other submits. I am now the latter because of my exhaust efforts from this unrequited battle. I've been lost with words lately. I have grown accustom to being speechless fighting a futile battle. So now I 'submit', and I take with it my right of the first amendment.
  
  It's simply really, people would like to talk all the time if it wasn't for the lack of confidence in association with others. With that barrier aside, it'll be endless babbles and chitchat. I don't really mind that too much, but when it becomes an obligation to lend an ear, it becomes an annoyance. The annoyance becomes unbearable when the babbles become rants and the primary issue is repetitive. This is how I feel and why I choose to wave my rights.
  
  Having an ability is no more a gift than it is a burden. it's funny how true opposites can't exist without the other. I may not be extraordinary, but I have an ability to reason. The burden that exist is the frustration relevant to another's lack of reason. Would you believe me if I said sanity is an ability? Sanity's burden consumes my soul. I will be different. 
  
  I'm telling you this because sometime's the inability to reason is an entity that exist to leech on my sanity. My right to speak, my ability to reason doesn't make a difference on someone's inability to understand. Yelling at a tree won't falter it (unless the wavelengths in my voice harmonizes with the frequency of that tree for a long period of time, but thats beside the point). It only feeds the fire, teaching it rage...

  ....my one and only extinguisher is my submission.

  Submission to a fire that burns at my side. A fire that has the most  negative influences on my actions. The fire has already consumed all the emotional support I have held dear. It has climbed to the top of my morals and working its way down... and I'm trapped without an exit. I sit idly by drawing an escape route, sadly it's with someone who have crushed me yearss past.
  
  ~koala

  p.s. sorry for its vagueness.. its only to mask the meaning or become incomprehensive to someone.

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