01-02-03 - 04:21
She knows it's too late as she’s walking on by. My soul slides away.
But don't look back in anger. Don't look back in anger, I heard you say.
At least not today.
So many things in a person's mind. Who can ever tell what they really feel. After all what is love. Some chemical response, or a deep feeling that this is the one you should be with? In that question, where does honor and other feelings come in to play. Or do they not matter? Or are we a joke to the gods? Mabey there is some grand plan, or "fate and destiny" in life. Me, I think that is all bull shit. We are alone in making choices. But what does it matter what I say? I can't make heads or tails of my own life. My own prison is walking this life alone. Look, if I need to talk to someone I have to call them myself, but still I can't tell them shit because I'm not close to anyone. I guess I give off the vibe that you can't get close to me. Thats fine, I guess. I can react to honor with out complications. I feel that the life of a hunter is to be a lonely one.
