The Devil and The Cave

When i walked in that garden, that was full of light, i felt like nature was laughing in my face.

I listened to Angus & Julia Stone...two songs on repeat..this one and the one on my previous post.

Listening, thinking, trying to decide. I was there a bit early...he was a bit late. I walked a bit around the park, looking up in the sky like when i was a child. Looking straight up in the sun probing through the leaves of the trees.
And although enclosed in that sadness, nature won me over. You can't escape the sun...he creeps in your soul...clears your head, trying to push all the thoughts aside. But i wanted to run. There was this urge, this little voice was whispering to my ear "run". Should i leave or should i stick it out?

Leaving with your pride untainted is one thing i always wanted. Love though, means putting your pride aside... I was warned during those days. But i chose not to listen.

You drew your sword and stabbed me. Gently. Lightly and gently. Many times. I retreated in a Cave. 'Cause i am a coward that way...

Love is the devil, as the movie on Francis Bacon says. I tasted the devil's tears and didn't give up. 

And now, now we are here not wanting to grow up, still playing the games of children that grew up imagining dark futures.

But i don't want to play these games anymore..if i continue i will throw up my soul. They keep me a child, carefree and restless, but they also keep me from that other kind of happiness...the one i always laughed at. The one i mocked because I was too scared of it.  The one I now want.
You should never forget what you want.