Oak Woodberry

The Oak Leaf
2002-10-09 17:44:43 (UTC)

Broken mirrors.

Last night I caught sick again. Weee.

I realized, my quote form the last entry, about how a person
is great when they pull someone like me up out of their own
shattered dreams.........

I did an injustice.

That quote was ment for Derek, and it still is, but.....
there is another person for whom it's held truer for longer.
Raven. My poor bird.

We all feel ill. Well all have ailments. We all have our
broken mirrors and shattered dreams, our pearls cast before
swine, our shed pretenses. Sometimes it seems that you're
lying in a waste heap of your own failure. There things
shift through your fingers like sand.... the harder you
grasp, the harder it is to hold on.

But you cant let go.

Somewhere in that sand is a gem, a pearl unspoilt, a gift, a
key.....a way out.


I feel terrible. I've wasted all this time sitting alone,
being angry, tearing myself up inside. I've forgoten what it
is to be a true friend. I've neglected my duty.

Please tell me..... whatever it is, please tell me. I
promise whatever is breaking you inside wont drive me away
or hurt my relationship with Derek. You know how I feel
about it. I feel aweful not knowing about your problems. I
feel like shit because you wont tell me.

When you're sick, there are alot of things you can think
about.




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