The Cycle

Posted on 15 October 1999 by Daniel Dessinger

the cycle is now complete. it seems that life demands the cycle. everything that begins somehow winds back around until it ends at the beginning. where i was once hurt. i have hurt another. and she will likely do the same to someone else. i did not know of her pain until i heard it in that song. and it said more than i could bear to hear. it was beautiful and it was tragic. it was beautiful because it was tragic. and somehow i managed to feel nothing. nothing but the regret that i felt nothing. alone with the irony of it all playing over and over in my head. where once i felt so vulnerable and dependent on a girl to stay alive. i now see how i have done the same to another. the same as was done to me. and what of all the twisting emotions? where did all the heartbreak go? it was frozen hard so long ago. when it began to snow. to this day i cannot fathom why. i let her mean so much to me. and how different it feels. to try to love today. the past cannot be revived. for this i am grateful. but lingering memories remind me how much it used to cost. to be so close. and now so hollow. like me somehow. you never forget the first. and it stays with you until your last. and like the song said. i could try to love. but i'm still damaged.

written by Daniel Dessinger October 15, 1999

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