Why must I be so reliant on another? If I’m left alone with my thoughts and no-one else I slip into a dark abyss of tears, tantrums, heartbreak and doubts. I attack and am attacked, can’t get back to the happy stage that I find myself dancing across for too brief a moment in time…. Why don’t good things ever last? Is it because we enjoy them too fast? I always race ahead of my heart, imagination will be the death of me one day.
lately, i feel that everything i say, do or write is such a cliche. i'm so empty these days, on autopilot half the time, pretending to care when really i'm miles away.
been wasting time for way too long, can't even be bothered listening to sad, sad songs, i feel dried out (on all kinds of levels), i feel all wrong, why can't things go right for a while instead?i'm whining now, so i'm thinking i should stop, i'll end on someone else's thoughts...
"Pride is a lie...mortal fatigue has humbled his exulting flesh, and all he'd seek in a loved body's gulfs and hollows changes to otherness: he'll never ravish the secret of its grace."
"mortal faitgue"... what a beautiful way to describe how i so often feel these days...
and finally,
"You drop me. i walk on alone."
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