maidmarion5
When I think about cells for some reason I think about people. Not because a human being is made up of cells, but the whole principle of the reality of cells. One cell cannot sustain a human being just like one person cannot make a huge difference on their own. It takes a group of people with the same goal to accomplish something. I wish human beings would realize that they are stronger together. Not alone and bitter.
Predicting the future is obviously very hard for someone who has no super powers whatsoever. It's the unknown that kills me. I can't stand the fact that whoever I become, whoever I marry, wherever I end up, and whether I'll be happy or not will just happen. I can't control it.
Putting everything into something praying and hoping it works out. Treading a thin line between hope and hopelessness. I put my faith into everything and everything betrayed me. Now when I look around, I feel as if I have nothing to believe in but myself. Looks like I'm going to have to love again. Just this time, it won't be you.
Thinking of everything I could become. Will I be someone worthwhile or will I be just another human parasite sucking the life out of everything good? Can I actually be that "good christian" I read about in the Bible? Or will I always be the biggest disappointment since Eve and her disobedient ass?
Remember that today is the next day you get to live. Remember that you are beautiful and wonderfully made. Nothing is ever as bad as it seems and it could always be much worse. Remember those who love you and remember those who said you would never make it this far. Smile for them. Smile for you. Smile simply because you can.
Sometimes I wish I could get on a train and ride along the country side with you. We'd stare at the grass and the animals. Look at the sun setting on the horizon. Then you'd look at me and say " I love you." That would be the most amazing day.
Sometimes I think that's what I will miss the most. Being desired, wanted. Dreamed about. Sought after. Someone wanting you simply because they can't seem to go a day without you. I'll miss the caressing touches. and the kisses that made me melt. I'll miss the warmth.
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