Kalla Wallace's Blog – June 2013 Archive (3)

My heart is exploded into a million little pieces, each with serrated edges stabbing my soul. The pain is unbearable, but greatly cherished, since I am in the least feeling something. My love is greater than anything I know, and impossibly it is growing, more and more, straining me to my breaking point, and pushing me past all odds. But he doesn’t love me. As long as I am allowed the amazing privilege to love him, I am ok. I don’t care if he rejects me. I don’t care if he hates me. I will…

Shattered glass, or is it mirrors, reflect back up at me

Reminding me of how things used to be,

Back when we were free.

Do you remember how the sunlight

Shone down on you and me?

Or the promises that we did never keep?

Why does the rain not come?

Why doesn't the sun shine?

Because everything is not right

When you're not by my side.

How can we go back, rewind the time? 

I still wish that you were only…

Listen to the words of a piano. The chilling chords tell a story; the haunting melody paints a picture. The piano was appropriately named. To me, a piano represents pain. It's where I go when I am overcome with stress, emotions, and primarily pain. If you take away the o in piano, and switch the a and the i, it spells pain. The pain of heartbreak, death and life.