Sunday, February 14, 2010
The World Leaning On Your Shoulder
You know all their stories but none of their stories know you.
And you've felt all their pain but their pain has never bothered feeling you.
So you take their medicine. Even though you've had too much medicine.
Written by Me at 11:28 PM
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I can't even express how much I love this.
your shoulder hurts
but you continue to let them lean,
leaving less time to find your own prescription.
damn. I never thought your posts would come at the right time, until now. This one is my lucky one. Thank you.
and i've always wondered if the medicine ever actually helps.
i'm just not sure.
i just don't understand the last line =\
could someobody pleaseee explain today's blog?
i love the titles of every single one of your blogs.
this entry is beautiful.
I think what he meant by the last line was that you feel stuff from other people all the time and they always expect you to listen even though sometimes you've had enough of listening.
thank you. more than you can imagine. thank you so much. you have no idea what these words mean to me, how much i needed them. how much i needed for someone to get it.
OH yeaa that makes much more sense now
thank you for explaining that :)
and we've swallowed our words because they won't stop talking. and we've worked overtime because they won't stop taking. and we've turned off our phones because they won't stop calling. and we can't question because they won't stop asking.
i love what was stated above by anonymous. ^^
Great piece of writing. :)
i know exactly what this feels...
Story of my life.
I've just had a moment that resonates with my soul ... wow ...
Thomas Orand <3 ah, Jon is a genius.
This is perfect. <3
maybe you'll forget to feel
I've heard all their words, but their words have never bothered hearing me.
I've embraced all of their hearts, but their hearts have not embraced me.
And I've accepted all their perspectives, but their perspectives do not accept me.
I've got bottles and vials of cures, but not a single solution. So, no, I'm not taking their medicine anymore.
Why do I feel such anger towards you today?
Why do I feel such great disappointment?
You bottle everything inside.
You assume everything.
You push everyone away.
What are you so afraid of?
You are your own medicine,
you are just too stubborn to take it.
I know it well. Thank You. It's a pleasure.
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