Falmorrune - Rainy Day

But tell me now,

Where was my fault in loving you with my whole heart?

Took a long time to register heh😅

We try to act fun to make the other person feel comfortable. But this doesn't work. We act the other way. Again this doesn’t work. Or any other way. If a person is not even an ounce of interested in you, even if you try a world of things, it won't work any good. This is how my balance gets disrupted. Never change to make people happy. You will suffer. Always be yourself

I have a distinct memory of laying in my bed as a kid and wishing with all my heart that I would get hurt. That I would get into a bad car crash or I'd disappear. So my parents would cry and realize they didn't cherish me enough.

I find it sad that younger me thought she had to get hurt to feel loved.

“It’s always been hard for me to tell the difference between denial and what used to be known as hope.”

— Michael Chabon

The pain is overwhelming and there's nothing I can do or take to stop it. Cutting myself isn't enough.

THE REAPER AND ME.

When The Reaper came a calling,

I knew that I must stall him,

I must keep The Reaper talking,

Or with him I must go walking.

I offered him a drink,

Just to give me time to think,

And though his drink was spiced,

He said it was quite nice.

He got drowsy and so sleepy,

But he still looked pale and creepy,

And his voice was slurred and slow,

When he said it's time to go.

I offered him another one,

And I could see that he was having fun,

His scythe forgotten on the ground,

And his singing made an eerie sound.

Then he began a yawning,

As I was praying for the dawning,

I must keep him here till the sun was up,

So I offered him another drop.

He slept right through till past midday,

Then said we must be on our way,

Then I pulled the curtains and let in the light,

And The Reaper got an awful fright.

You tricked me fair, he said to me,

You have tricked your way from eternity,

And when night falls down I will leave alone,

And leave you living in your home.

But do you mind if I call sometime,

To share your whisky and your fine wine,

Because it was the best time I've ever had,

And you must surely see that I'm not that bad.

Now every month when the moon is full,

The Reaper calls when his work gets dull,

From dusk till dawn we sit and drink,

Then he falls asleep as the sky turns pink.

But his company sure wears me down,

And when drunk he looks like an evil clown,

And my suffering wife gets real upset,

Because our house just reeks and stinks of death.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

“How many people have died to achieve this world domination of yours?” “769.” “…What?” “769 people died to achieve my plans. I counted them, and had each of their names etched on my throne so I never forget what my victory cost the world. Now tell me, how many have you killed to see me dead?”

They will find someone better than you. They will replace you.

You are replaceable.