| [ just some thoughts` ] |
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wanted to post sth earlier on, but i forgot what i wanted to post.
just like those pple in the past who tied strings arnd their fingers, but then forgot what each string on the finger represented...
so many needs, so many wants.
i hope i could have got thruough it all, but it hasnt.
going through my head again and again, it just pops out of the blue.
is this a crime?
i hope it's not. but if it's not, then why am i being treated like that?
it's getting to be rhetorical.
i'm just so insignificant, to the point whereby i dont even exist. in your lives.
i feel so strange
the truth is all around
doing what they love
tearing into someone else's flesh
drinking the blood
this feels so canibalistic.
is it just an unfeeling world out there waiting for me?
or is it just a premotion that i have right in the deepest solitudes that is within?
or rather a temporal feeling that may subside over the next few moments?
maybe just this moment in space where time stops?
just a feeling that can be shared, but too complex to be described?
i dont know.
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but one thing i know
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it'll always be there
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broken, tattered and torn
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the blood that has been shed
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never flows back
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dreaming of you` @
23:59
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
