Shadow

For every spiritual and emotional high, there’s a low that follows.

Sometimes I think that I’ll stop telling you what’s going on in my life. You don’t seem to care that I’ve finally found what I love doing. It’s your way of showing that you care, I know. But sometimes I wish that you didn’t show your concern in such a way, even if it means not showing any concern at all. Sometimes I think that you don’t understand me at all.

Les Miserables has some of the most haunting songs that I’ve heard.

I know a place where no one’s lost,
I know a place where no one cries,
Crying at all is not allowed,
Not in my castle on a cloud. 

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Some people sing of mending walls, but burning bridges is a silent affair. I am learning to burn the bridges to certain memories, to cut the threads to my recollections of a ship.