Not only did I not write this for you, but I wrote it for myself. I figured it was about time I started thinking for myself. You can spend your whole life trying to please other people, until you realise the only person who has to live with those decisions, those choices, compromises and sacrifices is yourself. So this is the beginning of the end, or the end of the beginning. This is where it starts.
Tuesday, 17 August 2010
The Caterpillar Who Learnt To Fly.
And its all because I disliked the person I was when I was with you, that I dislike you now. Its strange how your world can turn upside down, change beyond all recognition. I couldn’t fake a laugh with you now if I tried. You were once what dictated whether or not I could smile. Like the caterpillar that thought his life would be over when he died, the butterfly found itself to be so much more beautiful. Unsure of how he had once been such an ugly thing.
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ReplyDeleteOh, I remember this feeling so so well. But again, I am glad I have evolved, right? The sad thing is that I don't like thinking of him because then I think of the person I was and I don't like that person. That person needed to grow up a lot.
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