'And they all lived happily ever after...' That, in a nutshell, is the difference between a fairy story and a soap opera. Fairytales have a sense of completion. Soaps go on and on forever. So, er... which category does your life fall into now? Or is it somehow a bit of both? A certain factor is far from perfect now. But that's only a problem if you want to make it into one. Put aside your expectation of a happy-ever-after and try not to compare your life to anyone else's this weekend.
In ancient tribes there was always a central figure of wisdom. A medicine man. An earth mother. This village elder was the ultimate arbiter of right and wrong. Their pronouncements were sacred and incontrovertible. Here in the modern world, we trust nobody. Priests, politicians, police officers - all no longer represent the voice of unimpeachable authority. Yet, still, we need someone we can turn to for guidance.
I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus
on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it
all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away
in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear my crown
of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stain of time
the feeling
disappears
you are someone else
I am still right here
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away
in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
...............a million miles away
.......................I would keep myself
..............................I would find a way