Because the sky is so high, and pigs can't fly.
- Funny Boy, Shyam Selvadurai
Euphoria only lasts so long, especially when the reason for it is great but not truly significant and life changing. That usually is the type of euphoria which people have, anyway. Also when something more important happens, the euphoria ceases to exist. It seems that everytime I hurt someone close to me, something inside crumples up and dies.
I get myself into my own messes. I think I have no one to blame except myself, for anything that happens and have happened.
Am I really that two-dimensional, that I can only either be happy or sad?
And I have to remember not to sink into that whirlpool swirling temptingly in front of me. Don't fall off the precipice into possible pain and torment. Don't. Don't believe that the candy-covered, sugar-coated house is there for real, or that it doesn't have a wicked witch who wants to eat little children in it. But then again, I suspect I won't even have a chance to fall.
Again, I feel bad for feeling bad. Because I've got no right to.
But I believe it'll be fine in the end. Because I usually do believe in the things that are good and wonderful and beautiful, so I guess I believe in hope and happiness prevailing, though reality strives really hard to dispell this belief.
And well, there aren't really many good reasons for things happening. Because the sky is so high, and pigs can't fly.
:5:10 AM: :sugah~plum
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