Somehow I manage to disapoint myself. As usual setting myself up for disapointment. Does it ever get tiresome? To rid myself of attachment and all expectations. But what to do when you miss? Is to try not to forget the faults and downfalls of it all. To accept as time passes by. Had a strange dream where I was out of breath and couldn't breath. Don't think it was me, but I could feel and see all was happening. Someone was drowning and someone came to give them a breath of air. I could feel myself taking in the breath and wanting more air like it wasn't enough. It was a scary feeling of dying. 
Bitter Sweet Memories
The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intensions
Cherish everything even if you don't possess it
How many times can I break till I shatter
The door to my heart is open to you
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Disapointment
Somehow I manage to disapoint myself. As usual setting myself up for disapointment. Does it ever get tiresome? To rid myself of attachment and all expectations. But what to do when you miss? Is to try not to forget the faults and downfalls of it all. To accept as time passes by. Had a strange dream where I was out of breath and couldn't breath. Don't think it was me, but I could feel and see all was happening. Someone was drowning and someone came to give them a breath of air. I could feel myself taking in the breath and wanting more air like it wasn't enough. It was a scary feeling of dying. 
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