You're just somebody I used to know...
There is a sad, sad place of void and emotional feeling (past due, beyond being soggy) it lies sooo deep in most of us most of us never have the grief to visit such a place so deep inside. I'm not there by any means, but I know what it's like. been there only one time myself, took the straight ticket there, came really close to staying. I realized I love myself too much, it's my fault for hurting, but not my demize. This place is so cold, hurtfull, but quiet, for no one thinks- that takes a focus of some sort.
junkies know what this place is like. heroin is a definite key entry way to this place, one of the few. other entries come from extreme tragedy, dramatic loss of a soul mate, the realization that hope is not worth wishing for. there are others, but they're not all too far from these, if not related in a stream of events.
i find myself wishing to go there, not that I belong, just to relax in their quiet death. let it smooth over me like a creeping sensation when someone walks over your unmade grave. a peaceful discourse.
junkies know what this place is like. heroin is a definite key entry way to this place, one of the few. other entries come from extreme tragedy, dramatic loss of a soul mate, the realization that hope is not worth wishing for. there are others, but they're not all too far from these, if not related in a stream of events.
i find myself wishing to go there, not that I belong, just to relax in their quiet death. let it smooth over me like a creeping sensation when someone walks over your unmade grave. a peaceful discourse.