Conflicting emotions ― it makes me laugh and weep at the same time,
Like a crazed wide-eyed person, mouth gaping, sobs waiting to fall from lips twisted into a sick grin
And all I can do is write this, my chest heaving from silent cackles ― or are they sobs?

I’m sure you mean the best for me,
One thing you must know, though,
Is that what's best for you is not for me
It comes and goes in threes, it’s said:
Third time’s the charm;
The third can be no harm, then?

It can also be said that it’s a double-edged sword, when all your hopes and dreams are placed on it,
Can the sword withstand the pressure when push comes to shove?

I’m no Excalibur, my might is untested,
My drive rages and cools, like steel under fire, morphing into its solid self;
However, sometimes, through the fault of no one, a sword can break in its making,
But then again, a forged sword could also be shattered

Is my sword to be sharp and victorious or is it doomed to become like the sword in the stone?
Something that could’ve been if only the right circumstance came.

No question has only two answers, not in perspective and not in something so broad;
To go or to stay,
To listen or to rebel,
To be passive or aggressive,
Ambivalent malevolence or benevolence
Resentment or gratitude?
As if!

Tell me now; is this a matter of trust?
Are you frightened that my sword may pierce you, ram you over, cut and maim you?
{Despite all my rage am I still just a rat in a cage?}
A true knight, though fearful he may be, continues the journey onward,
The definition of brave: to face danger in its path head on

One cannot stay here with constant hounding and no sense of space (mental or otherwise),
One needs peace of mind, only possible in hours of solitude when contemplation is achievable,
And yet that one heeds no warning, 

What shall be done when they look around them and suddenly realise all they’ve wreaked upon themselves and others?

What's best?

— Astraea L. Skylar

From The Feelings Arc

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

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