the number of times that weve said goodbye; ‘i cant take this anymore’, ‘please just stop’, ‘fuck off!’, ‘no more replies please!’ is fucking stupid.
the endless goodbye.
I feel i haven’t written enough lately. its growing a little stale in here, my heart i mean.
Tomorrow is P&K’s engagement party. I’ve all of a sudden realised i don’t want to be there. I’m still not wanting to be part of that group. I just shook my head to myself, still disbelief i was betrayed, lied to and talked about behind my back. Out of envy, out of ridicule. Like a stain that will never be bleached, I don’t see how I’ll ever forgive them even if they admitted what they did. I know i know, forgiveness is for me and not anyone else. I don’t want to be part of that anymore.
More importantly I don’t want to be there because, well because of Will. Yeah, i thought i was past the whole notion of struggling through milestone type events. Just that sense of empty, vacant, wishy washy crap I’ll feel as friends we knew, move forward, do life together. Yeah and look I’ll say the dreaded word; ‘we’- will never do. Get engaged, have a long engagement, maybe forever engagement, and continue our sweet lives together, in that horrible house of his mother’s. Eventually have a simple wedding, that would be perfect for me. and i know what he would be like, i’d um and ahh about the design and planning, and i know he’d just make decisions and he’d just get it right. because he just knew me better then i did. No, correction, he had a passion to make me happy. I’d wear no shoes, have my garden wedding, smile at him, completely not care about the guests and…
no the reality is, ‘we’ wouldnt have ever happened. Oh, my boy hero. I miss you dearly. More so, knowing that we never had a future together, even after 8 years of friendship and love, you are detached from my soul. Still within my spirit, but just floating not really part of anything. I wish i had never come to this conclusion. I miss the nostalgic motions of missing my bygone dead lover. I miss longing for lucid dreams of you, in moments of sorrow, of letting go.
Two years worth of dreams that let me share surreal moments with you. The one at the wooden steps, the one at the shore, the one at the bay window looking out at you fish, the one in the empty room where you were blind, and the final one at the parade. every single one except the last one, he never spoke. and every single one except the last one was a goodbye i wasn’t ready for.
Then the parade, I heard you, you said, ok it’s time to go now, the parade awaits you and it’s for you. you were tired, so you sat back as i leaned forward further and further into the crowd, and you watched the back of me, and as you did when you were alive, you knew me better then i did, and you had peace i had enough inside me to keep living without you around. so you said goodbye, but not out loud, i heard it heart to heart. and i turned around, and i saw you wearily walk off into the crowd and towards light. barely able to keep yourself steady. you were overdue. you had stayed too long, and it was all for me. I didn’t wrestle with that goodbye, but i didnt cry. I didnt cry out ‘no!’, and try to stay asleep to keep being there. I knew i was alone, but that was that, the last goodbye between you and i. so i turned to the parade, and watched it. This parade for me. which i’m sure you organised for me to watch.
i don’t know if it was my subconscious that conjured these dreams, if it really was Will visiting me, or just God speaking to me and helping me move on. All i know is the series of dreams was part of this journey.
I’ll go tomorrow, look outwardly instead of backwards. After all i have a parade to be part of. To live and get off the sidelines and be the star of it all. the Ringmaster, the trumpeteer.
Vision of tonnes of sweets and candy… and sweet soup given to me by God. God says have something sweet to take the bitterness away.
All people spend their lives scratching for food, but they never seem to have enough. So are wise people really better off than fools? Do poor people gain anything by being wise and knowing how to act in front of others? Enjoy what you have rather than desiring what you don’t have. Just dreaming about nice things is meaningless—like chasing the wind. Everything has already been decided. It was known long ago what each person would be. So there’s no use arguing with God about your destiny. The more words you speak, the less they mean. So what good are they? In the few days of our meaningless lives, who knows how our days can best be spent? Our lives are like a shadow. Who can tell what will happen on this earth after we are gone?” —
Ecclesiastes 6:7-12 NLT
How do i tell him that his heart wont be broken forever. That it’ll be ok. That i’m trying my best to protect my promise. That im hurting being this close and he cant even see me.
How do i stay unbroken in all of this. How do i just watch him, potentially walks back to her. I dont know what to do. I know youll give me peace.
I hate unreliable people
Just keep in mind. You know what you good at. You know what your team is capable of doing. You have credentials. Never show all your cards in what your capable of doing coz everyone will be jealous of it. Always a psychological thing of if someone is better then they are it will turn to bitter hatred.
So do the best of your ability. Disregard what others do, say or show. This is strictly business. The end product is your goal. If it does turn to shit at the end. It’s always a lesson and learn. Identify the lesson and learn the mistake to the next client.
Don’t frown if others look at you differently. You know what your skills are. Do your best and you’ll be right… Still right down all the teams there… You can follow up next time” —
There is no need to rush, or persue, give him room, and neither one of u will need to push or pull. Take a breath and in the next youll be in his embrace.
"So stop getting frustrated because i feel it as well and then i can’t talk to you.", D said in a calm matter of fact tone.
For any other pair of ex’s, this would be nothing mindblowing. For us, it’s confirmation. That we’ve both got an extreme gifting and more importantly a link that keeps us binded to one another. He feels what i feel. Spiritually.
Root of Jesse = david = D
Jonathan = led from the back, protected David = Cloud.
David = Battle, Soldier, Frontline.
Im ready God.