We sit around the table as if nothing’s wrong. Ignoring each other’s gaping wounds. Someone tries to smile. Our wounds bleed. Slowly dripping down to the dust, the blood mingles with our abandoned dreams.
We are scared. Unsure. Each one as weak as the other, but acting stronger than everyone else. Someone cries out in pain. We shift uneasily in our chairs. Light up so the smoke numbs everyone’s senses. So we can no longer smell the acrid scent of our insecurities.
What is this strange game we’re playing? Why do we act oblivious to each other’s pain? Why do you pretend you don’t know what it’s like to love me and watch my eyes unfocus in ecstasy?
Fuck this. Everyone seems insane with their strange walls and invisible boundaries and obvious anguish. We don’t need a saviour.
We need to stop being insulated.
6 comments:
"Why do you pretend you don't know what it's like to love me and watch my eyes unfocus in ecstasy?"
?
"?"
?
hm..this probably stems from the belief that in the end, each of us is on our own.
but then again, there are always those indescribable and often unidentifiable forces that make life worth it...seems things always end up evened out :)
I once read this book by Maughm called Theatre.
Its about a Julia, who cannot be separate from the actress she has chosen to become. Every moment is a carefully, yet crazily unplanned, spontaneous charade. Its a fabulous book. But its true. Whether we're actors or not, we never stop with the games.
awhhowem man!!!
"go-deh-yaka monyaka"
leave be;
feel every ruffle of tuft
wing ucrrent strong, drift
frezze thee, be stuffed
the end all of all
if you ken, you den
know all not that it does.
blah.
" He experienced a similar emotional commitment to the 'intellectual.' Ideas made made him passionate, problems of the mind made him ill. He loved his work as young men love."
Or more likely I give the wrong comment advice. perhaps i dont understand.
cheers.
Post a Comment