I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
The Gift
Your hurt. Your anger. Your pain. Your sorrow. Your frustrations. These are all there for a reason. Use them.
It isn't something you need to know how to do. It's something you need to go out, start, and give your all doing; you will make mistakes along the way and you will get lost, and you will lost your way (which is an entirely different thing from being lost). You see people in the world suffering the way you are, and you help them. Start small, try to inspire them to do the same. That will start a revolution. This revolution will be the smallest and the largest to ever occur.
Every time I hurt I write. Every time I love I turn thatperson into a series of stanzas and mmetaphors that mean so much more when they are actually based off of a person that's important to you, but every time I write I feel worse than I did before because I know that my words will never compare to the ones you write here Iain. And mr. Thomas what does it take to get a moment of your attention.
Your hurt. Your anger. Your pain. Your sorrow. Your frustrations. These are all there for a reason. Use them.
i want to. i need to know how.
ReplyDeleteIt isn't something you need to know how to do. It's something you need to go out, start, and give your all doing; you will make mistakes along the way and you will get lost, and you will lost your way (which is an entirely different thing from being lost). You see people in the world suffering the way you are, and you help them. Start small, try to inspire them to do the same. That will start a revolution. This revolution will be the smallest and the largest to ever occur.
ReplyDeleteAnonymous, beautiful words you said there <3
ReplyDeleteThe smallest and largest to ever occur, eh?
ReplyDeleteI love that.
Every time I hurt I write. Every time I love I turn thatperson into a series of stanzas and mmetaphors that mean so much more when they are actually based off of a person that's important to you, but every time I write I feel worse than I did before because I know that my words will never compare to the ones you write here Iain. And mr. Thomas what does it take to get a moment of your attention.
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