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Last YearThis blog has been marked as containing adult content. Your current adult settings prevent you from seeing it. Please go to your account settings page and change your settings to allow adult content to view this blog I Dreamed A DreamI dreamed a dream in times gone by
The Music Of The NightChristine was a fool! .... but so am I .....
Music of the Night FIELD OF INNOCENCEi ADDED THE LYRICS BELOW MY COMMENTS HERE: I think this is where I am inside myself right now. If only I could go back to being a child - find and protect my innocence from all the harm and damage that the sweet child I once was has had to endure - maybe then I would be able to feel again - to love again - to try, believe, hope .... anything would be better than this unfeeling person I've become. I am jealous of those who feel pain - because I remember that "stage" of life. When the pain over love and life was almost unbearable and I could cry an ocean of tears. Oh - to feel pain, hurt, anger, misery again! I'm beyond emotions and feelings now. They seem to belong to my past. I've outgrown the need for them. I learned to cope with everthing.- because I'm so strong you see... and there was a lot to cope with (I'm the strongest fragile person I know). It just kept coming at me faster and harder year after year .... until it didn't even matter anymore because I stopped feeling. I shut down. People have told me they wished they could shut down like I can - so that they wouldn't have to feel pain. I hope they always feel the pain rather than becoming like me. It's not even that I'm bitter or afraid or angry so much as that I just don't care. I have lost my belief in love, in life, in what it all means and why we are here - my faith is so extremely weak. Sometimes I hear it whisper to me as it lays at the bottom of my heart dying ... "please don't give up, please" it begs me. It's such a sad, desperate little plea that you'd think it would tug at my heartstrings and bring out an ocean of emotions and tears - but, no .... sometimes my eyes tear up for a second ... and then it's over. Life has killed me ... I'm just not dead yet. But I was reminded of my youth at a music festival this weekend. The spirit of peace and love was everywhere. Kids on bikes, hoola-hoops.... hippies (ha) .... after my own spirit ... and I smiled. Then, tonight, I cried. I cried because it suddenly became so clear to me how much I miss the innocence of my youth - the childlike ability to believe anything and anyone .... when gullibility, sweetness, innocence, love, truth, goodness were cherished and protected assets .... instead of the liabilities they become as adults. It's a damned shame what we do to each other on this planet and in relationships as adults. There - now the emotions are gone again. It sure felt good to smile and cry though ... even for a little while. I think if I could find my innocence again that I may one day even be able to believe in love again and take another chance on it .... shhhhh .... shhhhh..... let's pretend I didn't say that ... because right now that is impossible for me to see in reality .... but... oh .... to dream it! (sigh) ... well .... dreams are a start, aren't they?
Evanescence Fields of Innocence ------------ Believing in everything and knowing nothing .... what a dream .... I wonder how you make it real? ENYA - I WANT TOMORROWEnya
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