You can't even find anything funny about that word.
the look shoots from the eyes in a blank, yet hateful, stare. Amazing the eyes can tell so much.
Reminds me of dagger eyes my mom used to throw when I was young.
I have yet to perfect this glare, thank god.
I chose to never learn the glare....to change the pattern.
How hate can hold a person hostage for so long. It eats them up inside. Makes them grey in color....turns the hair grey. turns the teeth grey....no light or shine emits from them any more when you look at them. No longer can you look into their soul and see redeeming qualities....its just dark, cold, yuk....
They rot within. Never wanting to change or attempt change. No spark in the voice or beauty in the past, no glowing reviews for the talent they once had, and definitely no beautiful hope for the future. Just rote, day by day. Like clock work. every day.
I wonder what it feels like, to dwell on the anger like this. Does the brain just roll in and out of What ifs and Just waits?
To watch each season pass , each day with an angry word. Hate...I hate this weather, I hate this place, I hate winter, I hate my job....I hate you....you disgust me.
It does not have to be that way. your heart can change. it has to have a want to change, so there may lie the problem.
Maybe you are a good person under neath it all. You used to be. Now no one wants to be near you...but you can change. you can choose not to be grey.
You can break the grey, it wont be easy, but you can do it.
we can wait. we have waited this long....
Letting go and seeing more than yourself...put yourself out there... change your day...
choose not to be an asshole.
write ya later,