I am so tired of just surviving, just existing. I want to live and enjoy life. I know you do too. The problem is the difference between us and how we approach this. I work as hard as I can, I focus, I clean, I take on the world. You sleep and call off work, choose to watch tv and look for get rich quick schemes. This is why after 25 years together we are standing in the same place, I have regret and hope, and you have dependence.
See? That is the difference. I kill for vengeance, you kill for sport. The death I bring is well deserved, while you prey on the innocent. The difference? We both survive off the blood of our victims, but I choose carefully, I study them and watch them. You will murder anyone near by with a heartbeat.
The difference between us is as vast as the ocean. I choose love over hate, I do not see color nor race. I seek to find solutions rather than just complaining. I try to look at all angles while you keep your blinders on. The difference between you and I …I choose to live rather than just exist
The difference between me and the wind is that I’m not free
I think about the love my mother gave me
She can do to whatever she wants to her own daughter
Imprison, abuse, walk over
my body
Because the life i have i owe her
enormously
i want to make a difference, but instead i linger in this stalemate with myself, stuck in current patterns and habits formed for protection lacking distinction from the depressive state i kid myself into believing i don’t live in
does it even make a difference?
can’t keep up,
with this resistance.
can’t keep up,
why won’t you listen?
can you feel it?
this overbearing distance
tell me do I even make a difference?
Embracing our differences is the key to understanding one another. It’s within these contrasts that we find the threads that weave the intricate magic carpet we’re riding. I was going to say “tapestry” but I feel like I say that a lot.
My neighbor’s garden is a beautiful testament to the power of differences. Each unique flower contributes to the vibrant display. Harmon. Diversity. Beauty. It’s what life is. Meanwhile, I can’t keep a succulent alive.
what difference does it make if I make a difference? i’m indifferent to differences. I DON’T SEE DIFFERENCE. we’re all the same. just struggling in different ways. the only difference between us is how banal or legit our struggles are.
I’m making one right now by writing. Even if no one ever reads anything I write, I put it out there. It’s not much of one, but it’s still a legacy. A silent legacy. A Silent Legacy starring Liev Schreiber, in theaters April 2024.
I am so tired of just surviving, just existing. I want to live and enjoy life. I know you do too. The problem is the difference between us and how we approach this. I work as hard as I can, I focus, I clean, I take on the world. You sleep and call off work, choose to watch tv and look for get rich quick schemes. This is why after 25 years together we are standing in the same place, I have regret and hope, and you have dependence.
See? That is the difference. I kill for vengeance, you kill for sport. The death I bring is well deserved, while you prey on the innocent. The difference? We both survive off the blood of our victims, but I choose carefully, I study them and watch them. You will murder anyone near by with a heartbeat.
The difference between us is as vast as the ocean. I choose love over hate, I do not see color nor race. I seek to find solutions rather than just complaining. I try to look at all angles while you keep your blinders on. The difference between you and I …I choose to live rather than just exist
The difference between me and the wind is that I’m not free
I think about the love my mother gave me
She can do to whatever she wants to her own daughter
Imprison, abuse, walk over
my body
Because the life i have i owe her
enormously
i want to make a difference, but instead i linger in this stalemate with myself, stuck in current patterns and habits formed for protection lacking distinction from the depressive state i kid myself into believing i don’t live in
does it even make a difference?
can’t keep up,
with this resistance.
can’t keep up,
why won’t you listen?
can you feel it?
this overbearing distance
tell me do I even make a difference?
uh.. we had our differences.. but all in all we liked each other.. at least enough to stay together until the kids moved out of the house..
Embracing our differences is the key to understanding one another. It’s within these contrasts that we find the threads that weave the intricate magic carpet we’re riding. I was going to say “tapestry” but I feel like I say that a lot.
My neighbor’s garden is a beautiful testament to the power of differences. Each unique flower contributes to the vibrant display. Harmon. Diversity. Beauty. It’s what life is. Meanwhile, I can’t keep a succulent alive.
what difference does it make if I make a difference? i’m indifferent to differences. I DON’T SEE DIFFERENCE. we’re all the same. just struggling in different ways. the only difference between us is how banal or legit our struggles are.
I’m making one right now by writing. Even if no one ever reads anything I write, I put it out there. It’s not much of one, but it’s still a legacy. A silent legacy. A Silent Legacy starring Liev Schreiber, in theaters April 2024.