The Note 2005-06-23 8:03 p.m. Though she's wise enough, and old enough to be every bit the woman she is, there are some things you can't help but see through a child's eyes when you view them as she does.

I tainted that view, even if only in a small way. There are moments when I sit and remember her rose colored glasses, in that time, they were quite literal. As I see it now it seems as if it were only a moment that her world was carefree and worth nothing more than living each breath. So much of it seemed filled with something more violet, as if it were all being ripped out from underher. What amazed me was that she never saw it that way. She viewed her world, broken and bruised as it was, in such a way that you couldn't help but feel her stregnth - you knew she didn't feel it herself.

I hurt this beautiful child, woman though she is, and I deeply regret it. The pain I caused her has cost me the one thing I want and value most in this world --

Her.

~S. The Note �does the shoe fit you now�

Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow
Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out
Does the shoe fit you now

Through the years and the kids and the jobs
And the dreams that lost their way
Do you ever stop and wonder
Do you ever just wanna say

Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow
Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out
Does the shoe fit you now

We're older but no more the wise
We've learned the art of compromise
Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry
And sometimes we just break down

-- suzy bogguss --

The Note
2005-06-23 @ 8:03 p.m.

Though she's wise enough, and old enough to be every bit the woman she is, there are some things you can't help but see through a child's eyes when you view them as she does.

I tainted that view, even if only in a small way. There are moments when I sit and remember her rose colored glasses, in that time, they were quite literal. As I see it now it seems as if it were only a moment that her world was carefree and worth nothing more than living each breath. So much of it seemed filled with something more violet, as if it were all being ripped out from underher. What amazed me was that she never saw it that way. She viewed her world, broken and bruised as it was, in such a way that you couldn't help but feel her stregnth - you knew she didn't feel it herself.

I hurt this beautiful child, woman though she is, and I deeply regret it. The pain I caused her has cost me the one thing I want and value most in this world --

Her.

~S.

yesterday || tomorrow

Brief - 2007-07-05
Ketchup - 2007-06-23
- - 2006-04-03
Links - 2006-03-05
The End - 2005-10-24

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