If I could fit everything that is running through my mind right now into words I would surpass the greatest writers of our time. Suffice to say that my thoughts take no formal recognition either verbal, visual, emotional or audible. I am the only one capable of understanding them and that's probably for the best. They are the culmination of memories, desires, emotions, feelings, fears, and questions.
Every bad decision finds you one rung lower than before. This is where we return to, that rung. Another bad decision finds us lower; so on and so forth. I worry about my height now.
The bright glow from the computer screen paints me perfect. Each vein can be traced from start to finish; shoulder down my bicep, through the underside of my elbow, across the fore-arm to wrap onto my hands, and disappearing into each finger tip. Every hair looks golden from the back of my hand, thinning to my shoulders. Muscles given extra dimension from shadows. My face is rightly hidden. I squat in my chair like no one would believe. I see things through my bangs.
Tomorrow is rough but I am not afraid. I have been smirking since Friday, finally in tune with the great joke. Its really not that funny.
Reading, watching movies, internet, tv-shows. No time. Job searching, studying.
What about looking for a girl? There isn't a store for those. What a shame.
I won't disturb the slumber, of feelings that have died.
If I never loved, I never would have cried.
I am a rock.
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain.
And an island never cries.
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