Spartanmouse

And so here we stand, looking into the unknown: Another long week stretched out before us, A vast plane of uncertain possibility.   Just out of view, the minutes are neatly stacked, Each patiently waiting for its allotted time. With every tick of the clock, They creep steadily closer to revealing their lot.   Who knows what they will hold? Dull monotony for seven long days, Or shock and surprise at every hour? The sense of anticipation is palpable.   Whatever happens to you and whatever happens to me, I hope we'll have the strength to take the bad with the good. I hope we'll have the grace to be thankful for the good amongst the bad. I hope we'll take comfort in knowing that even in our loneliest moments, we never truly need be alone. I hope we'll have hope that the next minute may bring something better, And I hope we'll dare to believe that life might one day be wonderful again.   I can but hope.

I gave you all that I had. It wasn't much. Just my little heart, bonded to yours so I could feel your every beat, and hear your every sigh.   How does your heart still pulse, torn so savagely away? Only tatters of mine remain. They ache, these quivering tatters, limp, tender, bloody, raw, bruised and sore. I burn, and I sting, and I bleed.   Let this be a dream, and I'll awake from these nine months of madness never having known you; never having soared above the highest clouds into the endless blue sky, on nothing but the warmth of your embrace; never having imagined that I'd stumbled upon my reason to be.   Let this be a dream, and I'll awake a lesser human, a lesser man, for never having known this kind of love.   Let this be a dream, and I'll awake to the familiar pallid grey of living not with passion, nor with purpose, but for the sake of living, each day colourless as the day before, and colourless as the day to follow.   But this is already my new life, for

I used to have a reason to have my hair cut nice and short. I used to have a reason proudly to tidy and dust my room. I used to have a reason to change my bed sheets and to wash my clothes too. I used to have a reason to make nice food.   I didn't do any of these things this week. But today I had my hair cut nice and short for no reason, Because if I stopped doing things that have no reason, I'd do nothing at all.