Not today

When Norah and I fight, it mostly gets quite intense, burning and itching in places you forgot about they even existed.
So I guess tonight I could once again write a story out of self-pitty, about how much it hurts, letting go.
Stories of a thousand rainy days, filled with tears.

I’m not going to.
I’m done.

The tide that left, and never came back

“There is a tide in the affairs of men. Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. But omitted, and the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat, and we must take the current when it serves — or lose the ventures before us.”
– William Shakespeare, “Julius Ceaser”

Walking away from your weakness isn’t something you’ll be able to do at once.
It will be a long journey that leads you through the barren deserts of your mind and soul.
And, trust me, it’s easy to lose your way there…and you might even try and lead yourself back to the place you’ve known for so long, even if that place seemed long lost before you left it.
There’s a road you’ll have to walk alone, with not one single soul at your side.
Because you said she was everything, and now you’re leaving everything behind.
Do not look back, because you have been here, and you know here is not where you want to be.
Just take your time with it, taste the peace and silence, let it linger.

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

– William Ernest Henley