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the bitch
There's nothing interesting about me, except the fact that I really should stop switching blogs.
bitch de nuit
Another pretentious way of saying "Bitch, please."
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Tuesday, September 9, 2008
My Other End
Sometimes - more often than others - my life comes crashing down.
And I don't mean tripping across the branch down. I mean tripping across a branch and falling flat into a faulty bear trap that swings me into the air and snaps, throwing me off the cliff into the dancing waves along the vast ocean only to hear my bones crack against a pile of rocks.
Bottom line, life can really suck. Just when you think you'd be swallowed into the ocean blue, your bruises and cuts become open wounds and life's still not done with you. Just when you think you've served karma dues, karma comes around and bites you in the ass again.
And again, and again.
The funny thing is, I don't think I've ever given up. Like a rope, yanked taut and strung repeatedly - I've never really let go of that rope. Call it gut feeling, call it curiosity, heck, call it desperation - I don't care. Perhaps I've never given up fighting the other end of the rope. Perhaps whoever is holding on to the other end of the rope has never given up on me either. Perhaps someone, alike me in ways I'd never have imagined, is fighting just as hard to hold on to that rope, yearning for the day my end of the rope is his to love.
Perhaps.
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