I don't know how many times I said it, but I'm saying it again. I will move on, I will get over this, and I won't look back.
When life gives you lemons, you make a really fucked up face, and someone is inevitably going to get a photo of it and post it on the internet. And here we go again.
You know there are going to be days when you want to embrace all that life has to give. You want to dance, and run and drive fast. You want to feel the sun on your face, and taste something sweet on your tongue. You decide to pursue happiness... you know you'll be fine once you get it.
But then you realize... Not only is it impossible to find... it's even harder to hold on to. So you don't want to let go.. you don't want to let go of the poison that is killing you. You're one step away from falling, balancing on a precariously thin line. So you tango with death, dance with the reaper. And suddenly you're alive again. Slightly scarred, but most definately alive, and one step closer to being healed.
Or.. one step closer to falling... falling, falling. Hoping someone will catch you if you do fall.
But then you realize no one is there, no one is waiting....... because no one knows you're falling.
"... and so the world will end, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon, sure."