quell
it's all in your blood; and there you find your life written in
We once had the world
We once looked at ourselves and never wanted for anything else
What happened to those times?
Funny enough how life has its own way of destroying you when you're not looking
You were all I had
maybe that was wrong
I never owned you
We never could've owned the world
it was but a dream
How deserving are we, really, of all the things in our life
How much have we truly gained by virtue of our own merit
Perhaps now, more than ever, we ought to keep in mind how blessed we are
To have more than we could ever gave earned by our own human effort
The glass shatters. The truth is out.
Relationships are so fragile and yet there is beauty, such beauty in this very fragility.
Like mirrors they show facets of human nature
Yet perhaps they are
Broken
The science of understanding is a curious one
Requiring tact, skill and a great amount of effort
Sometimes I wonder why people bother with it
Sometimes I wonder if it's even an option to do otherwise
We met by accident. I got to become very familiar with your idiosyncrasies, your quaint preferences, the way you said things that made little sense to others who hadn't ever been around you.
My love for you was, in some sense,
accidental.
"Oh I'm sorry, it was accidental!"
If you think about it, so many things in life can be considered accidental. Fate is, in some sense, accidental, even. But when human intentions mar the beauty of the predestined nature of life, when people start to cover up things that really matter..
that's when we ruin the meaning of the word accidental.