Change.. it's the only thing that remains the same.
possession \Pos*ses"sion\, n. (F. possession, L. possessio.)
1. The act or state of possessing, or holding as one's own.
2. (Law) The having, holding, or detention of property in one's power or command; actual seizin or occupancy; ownership, whether rightful or wrongful. to many definitions to cut and paste and this is my thoughts on that matter.
im new to everything2.com. my introduction to this forum was based on curiosity, so i remained a lurker for sometime. today i've decided to join the chatter.
everyone has possessions they hold dear, whether it be an object or something more tangible like a beloved pet. other people choose to possess loved ones, restricting them miserably. everyone has a personal view on this subject. my thoughts may be irrelevant to others but i find myself re-evaluating them every waking hour. a dear cute friend once told me i hold my hurt for a long time. pain is one of my possessions, regret is another. it has kept me alive through the most difficult times of my life. but my most cherished possession is my ability to learn and forgive. i can't say i can forgive everyone but i have learned to cut the lying two-timing bastard akira out of my life. -=)
Here's looking at you cute one *hugs* knarphie...i will always be a true friend till the bitter end.
more to come soon....
The Cult - Painted On My Heart
I thought you'd be out of my mind
And I'd finally found a way to
Learn to live without you
I thought it was just a matter of time
Till I had a hundred reasons
Not to think about you
But it's just not so
And after all this time
I still can't let go
I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory baby
I've got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The taste of my fingertips
Is love so deep inside of me
I was trying everything that I can
To get my heart to forget you
But it just can't seem to
I guess it's just no use
In every part of me
Is still a part of you
I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory baby
I've got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The taste of my fingertips
Is love so deep inside of me
I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart
Something in your eyes keeps haunting me
I'm trying to escape you
And I know there ain't no way to
To chase you from my mind
I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory baby
I've got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The taste of my fingertips
Is love so deep inside of me, baby
I've still got your face
I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart