The Stay
Today was a good day, but I can't help but feel more and more disconnected from everything. Even when I use these eyes, I feel like an invader looking upon another's life. Surely, I can't be the one at the helm of this meat machine. Whenever there is a new emotion, I am the thing that licks at the flavor of it, only sampling how the cuisine must ( Read more... )
INFATUATION-I opened the darkest closet in the house and revealed secrets of which should have been locked away forever.
At that point my life was interrupted, but of course, there had to be more to my life anyway.
I was infatuated with somthing, something that's unknown; so my brain pounded itself.
My oblivion caused me to write, as I write now; trying to recall the exact moment when writing entered my life.
I knew that I was getting into a bit of trouble when I started to uncover secrets in lines of ink, yet I couldn't put the pen down.
It made my hand warm, it made my hand sweat.
I now have written an intire book, and still I know not what made me write or what the infatuation was. I grabbed my pen and placed it in my left hand until my questions were answered and my thoughts were reality.
I started to suffocate as my mind filled itself with more thoughts.
The realization was that I'm infatuated with my pen.
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