Monday, 17 May 2010
What Name should I give you?
Pain in the arse?
I joke, no actually. I dont.
We have been intertwined within this time line of intestines, blood and all that gory stuff for up to 4 years now.
I believe you are growing older, Time flew and at one point I Kept you calm. you rested well, I hardly heard nor felt a thing and now. You have risen, again.
I can tell you are much stronger than before, attempts to keep you tame has failed and yet I allow you to roar, Tussling with myself looking a fool when asked "are you ok?"
I reply "im cool" *smile*
Indescribable for the best part of 4 years I have grown to adapt to your mood. Feeding the illusion just to barely get through.
Now my own persona changes, The more you flare the more I show.
A wall of emotion, you look into my eyes at that moment and see if I care.
lol please, do not be offended for it is merely a phase A, Punch in the stomach only to joke and say be brave.
For I am brave
4 years strong and you refuse to go away, If I had hair I would have torn patches in pain, Punched walls to illustrate the strain and let my knuckles bleed just for peace sake.
Some worry that you may be life threatening, I smile and simply say dnt worry.
but in the back of my mind, I question.