Torcher

There are mean way to break a man and although I regret saying it there are far fewer ways to break a lady, but at the end of the day they are less fragile than men and there are not rally any reasons why I should regret saying it because to be truthful ladies are better than men.

All the time I spend with my best friends and all they do is just hurt me, not directly but because of what they do when I’m around them such as their actions with what they do with their partners and then have the check to ask am I ok with what is going on but to keep them happy I fob them off even thought I was suffering from it.

The best way to hurt someone is not inflict physical pain or to hit them and hurt the body, you hit the physiological side the emotional side of the person this is the most painful form of torcher that anyone can inflict on you.

There is only so long that you can try and protect yourself from all the pain but at the end of it all most of us brake under the pain and give in and just collapse and then give into the torcher and tell all but every now and then there are those who have the strength to resist the torcher of love are the ladies.

Love may be a torcher that could break me but try real torcher for something other than love then that would be a different story, as there is strength that comes from this pain it builds walls to help you defend against such pain and to help you keep all the secrets that you are holding and maybe just maybe you might one day find that someone who you care about so much you will spill all to them.

But really who is the one who is torching you is it the person behind the mask? Is it person in the shadows who is pulling the strings or are you the one who is doing all the torching of yourself because you are so sad and allow that nobody wants you or could ever want you.

Till later I will see you on the battlefield.

A little silhouette of a man.

Hay all I am sorry that I have not posted much but I have
been busy working and not doing things that make me feel better or help me but
things that help others and in no way myself, but now I am back into the battle
or at least for now, if I am only a shadow I’m still here but at least there is
still a shadow of me here.

Just a shadow of a broken man. How does the light not pass
through a broken object? Then how does it create a shadow? The shadow is just
the afterthought of the person who cast it. Maybe it is the shadows that hide
who we really are, what really keeps us from getting hurt.

There are a thousand ways to hurt a man from the shadows weather it is with a rifle or you just steal what they want but the shadows are always there, sometimes the shadows are used to hide our true selves the side that we don’t really want others to see but at the end of the day they end up seeing it and it destroys them.

Then again what if the shadow of a man is all we truly are without
the whole balances to keep us together, or is it the fact we all hide some of
ourselves away so that we can’t be hurt or be lost to the shadows, how can one
be lost to the shadows if you are already in there to some extent.

Is the card real or is it just a metaphor of what we have to
hide from the world, do we give our lives to the card or are we forced to the
card and is it this that makes us just a little silhouette a broken fragment of
a grater being. Winning is not always the way sometimes you have to lose to
unlock the truth of what is hidden beneath even if it means you end up being
locked away forever and a day.

One of the only things you can ever only be with all the
time is your shadow, could you stand with my shadow all the time or stand with
me there and wait for me as you look off over the hills and far away. But this
is an idea I will expand on in my next report.

Till later I will see you on the battlefield.