4 1:1.
The number that makes the most sense to my heart. The number that expresses my internal thought train.
What it stands for is irrelavant, what is important is its consistancy.
What does it mean?
It means much, much more than anything else does to my heart, mind and body. It means an instant liking between two strangers. A friendship bound together by the problems and people that tried to cause either of us harm, things that we faced together. It means more to me than some of my deepest roots, for it is more noble and honest.
Yet, the end of this equality is nigh. Infact, it has already occured.
I always believe that if he was around, all would turn out right. I thought that as long as I could talk to him; moan, tease and cry-out-at-the-world with him, then all could be conquered. Now, through some painful and almost ironic twist of sardonic fate, he is the reason for my displeasure and hurt.
He is the voice in my head; my concience calling; my salvation. Alas, he is also my downfall, my loss of faith and my reason to quit.
I have resigned myself to my fate.
I will travel the length of the river of life, following in whichever way my Guardian angel or the contender of fate decides that I will go.
I will not disobey or argue.
For I am a lost lamb, hoping that my path does not end in slaughter and chaos.
Ta-rah for now. Love CBC xx
