Cormac's Son, The Wise Taylor

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I feel bad for her to, i should mention that. No woman should have to deal with the indecisiveness and immaturity of a man who can’t be anything but a child. I don’t know what it is that relationships do to me but there’s something that comes along with the comfortbility that turns me into a dictator. I don’t ever want to take or be given that much power ever.

It’s been a long time since i’ve posted. Mainly because it’s been a long time since i’ve felt anything but i’m beginning to feel again I think, but the only thing I feel bad for or about, is myself. I thought I was done with all the self loathing, and the pity, and the jealousy. But, it always creeps back up on you when you think you’ve finally gotten rid of it. Happiness is a funny thing. Once you forget that you are it’s lost and everytime you lose it the struggle of finding it gets disgustingly more difficult. But, I asked for this a long time ago. A wish I made as a child, come true. What 13 year old child asks to endure struggle to walk out with wisdom. I did, and sometimes when im this low, I regret it more than I do anything else. Hopefully, It proves itself to be a useful wish yet again.

Am I moving in the right direction? Are you all here, or are you just a reflection? Or am I a reflection of you, even if I am does that change the view. I am me and me is you. All the same being with a consciousness; skewed.

The more I look
The more I see
Not everything’s
lost to tragedy

Yesteryears
songs and tales of sorrows
Relinquishing fear
That we have for tomorrow

Now we’ve got hands
outstretched towards the sky
Cradling mortal souls
All subject to die

Morality; our greatest feat
Most don’t hear the music
But still feel the beat

And if the beat hasn’t shaken
rattled or broken your bones
Opened your ears dropped your jaw
And invaded your home

You’re aren’t home. You’re lost. And maybe one day you’ll feel the beat, you’ll hear the music and you’ll cry…or maybe you’ll just die.

Good luck.