My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room
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Tuesday, January 11, 2011, 1:35 AM
What do you do when there is an option? When there's more than one path to take along a dusty road, when there's a choice between the right and the wrong? When both of your choices have equal weight on both sides of the justice scale? Either one could harm you, hurt you, or lift you up like nothing ever has. Ships silently sinking in the dead of the night with a million voices calling out with no one to save them, who's to blame for the passing? Where was the choice they had or could have had if they were alive? There was a magic in the clouds that transpired whenever we looked up into the skies, the heaven we thought would linger in the simmering ashes. Sure, there's wrong and fault in what I could do, but find me something to do that doesn't have a negative side effect. I'm not validating the sin, I'm just questioning the judging of the sinners by sinners themselves, blinded by the light they shine from their own crooked mouths. You know what must be done and so do I but justice is easier said than done. You're like a cigarette addiction forming into a habit I can't kick. There's too much good I see in this that can't pull away the bad from choking the potential out from my mind. I see worlds form around us and it gets trippy sometimes grappling with it but it wouldn't be complete without a little bit of imperfection. There never was a sensible explanation to all this and I guess there never will be. How much of a bad thing can one take before turning to a saint's path is an entirely different question; will you take my hand and pretend everything beyond that which we can see doesn't exist on the other hand is something with an answer I'd like to take on, even if it's only gonna be me. But this is turning out exactly like what I thought it would, complete with the doubt and the insecurity. I can live and learn with whatever god given right is thrown down at my feet without an instruction sheet but it's easier to flip it away like a bug. I could take it all away like a fairy tale stuck on a replay that can't be controlled. Delay the feelings and pull apart the truth for just one moment and see that it doesn't take that much for things to fall into what they could be without me thinking too much into it all; You and I both.
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