Storyboard project for Film and Media Studies 85 A.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
And if by chance...
...you come to read this post, then that's cool. Remember that this is just temporary. I need to get stuff out in the open without having to share with people/friends/family within close proximity.
...you realize what you're doing to yourself and to others (whom you claim you love), please stop. You're not making it easy on anyone--especially yourself. You and I both know that you don't REALLY need them. They're added blessings; you don't need them (or me, for that matter), but you insist on keeping us all. Stop playing around and just relax. Breathe. Listen.
I see your effort to smile, to laugh and enjoy the life you've been blessed with, but I also see your sorrow, your need to be taken care of, your vulnerability when you cry at night.
I want to be there to help you carry your cross, but sometimes I feel like you don't even want me there. The ironic part of it all is that I know you that sometimes, you actually do need me, that you subconsciously use me to get your prayers answered, and that you love the fact that I wait on you, hand and foot. Sometimes, it bothers me, but I know that in the end, I don't care if you walk all over me. If that's what it takes to make you happy, if that's what it takes to understand you, if that's what it takes for you to see me, then so be it.
Even if your complaints about life are the only things that keep you from letting go of me, I'll still listen. I'll stay up all night to make sure you're all right. I'll walk through the rain, down to hell and back just to make sure you've gotten something to eat. I'll do almost anything and risk almost everything because I love you THAT much.
Sometimes... at least more often than not... I wish you would remember all the things that I have done, am doing and will do for you.
...you realize what you're doing to yourself and to others (whom you claim you love), please stop. You're not making it easy on anyone--especially yourself. You and I both know that you don't REALLY need them. They're added blessings; you don't need them (or me, for that matter), but you insist on keeping us all. Stop playing around and just relax. Breathe. Listen.
I see your effort to smile, to laugh and enjoy the life you've been blessed with, but I also see your sorrow, your need to be taken care of, your vulnerability when you cry at night.
I want to be there to help you carry your cross, but sometimes I feel like you don't even want me there. The ironic part of it all is that I know you that sometimes, you actually do need me, that you subconsciously use me to get your prayers answered, and that you love the fact that I wait on you, hand and foot. Sometimes, it bothers me, but I know that in the end, I don't care if you walk all over me. If that's what it takes to make you happy, if that's what it takes to understand you, if that's what it takes for you to see me, then so be it.
Even if your complaints about life are the only things that keep you from letting go of me, I'll still listen. I'll stay up all night to make sure you're all right. I'll walk through the rain, down to hell and back just to make sure you've gotten something to eat. I'll do almost anything and risk almost everything because I love you THAT much.
Sometimes... at least more often than not... I wish you would remember all the things that I have done, am doing and will do for you.
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