The Tears Are Starting...

Tonight, on the way home from the sock hop. The tears started to start coming. I held them back, of course. But they were still there. What benefit does the world inherit from held-back tears? I do not kn I'm going to miss them so much... All these precious times... Seeing them having fun, enjoying themselves, even if it means looking like idiots. I'm going to miss having a place beside them. The funny dancing. Feeling comfortable dancing like crazy around them. Being able to sign to my favorite signs and everyone being cool with it. The cute secret crushes that Blondie never seems to get over ;] The shy couples... Knowing everyone's name. Knowing guys who are cool with asking me to dance. The familiar hugs at the end of the night... The tears didn't come tonight, but they'll be here eventually. And it'll be one heck of a hard job getting them to leave...

Humm....

I think one of the worst lies the Devil can tell to those who are suffering, is that they are not really suffering at all. He gives them comparisons, reasons to make them feel like they're insignifcant, compared to other's trials. It makes them suppress their needs. It enstills guilt and shame. They isolate themselves, adhering to the bizarre reasoning of a solitary, confined mind. They deteriorate and decay. Or is this the gift of Heaven? Perhaps. When it directs our minds outward and upward. When it causes us to rejoice, because our Heavenly Father suffered more than we will ever have to for our sakes. When it allows us to love others with a deeper sympathy for their hurt. But this is no lie. In this form, our suffering is not denied, but rather consoled and resolved. I think, this is a truth. Maybe there are situations in life that just are dramatic, and hail a proper dramatic response in feeling and action. I sometimes think 'drama' is useless, only existent for the entertainment of teenage girls' frivolous minds. But when you're in the midst of real misery, is it wrong or immature to be a poet? To express this inside you to the extent of its true capacity for pain? Is it so? Can it be so?

I Want So Much To Open Your Eyes, Because I Need You To Look Into Mine

It's going to be a long three months.