everything is a metaphor
My eyes are so heavy, like bricks are tied to my eyelashes, I lay down to sleep, except, I dont.. I cant... I cant get you off of my mind. I choke when I talk, these words arent enough. My eyes are so dry, they are so loud, they scream. Im lost inside myself, inside of you... Im so lost. I dont know who turn to, I dont know where to go. Im so angry... So confused. Ive never been so inlove before, Ive never thought this way about someone, Ive never hurt so bad... I could quite possibly be dying. Im so numb, the only thing I feel is you.. only because Im afraid to feel anything but what I know, and all I know is you. I cry, I pray to a god I dont believe in and curse him all in the same breath. These nights get longer, and my days drag themselves out into what seems like a year, but you know what Im trying to say...
"I know what you're trying to say, I know that you love me"
/// thats about enough of enough about my ranting
If you take someone's thoughts and feelings away bit by bit, consistantly, then they have nothing left except some gritty, gnawing, shitty little instinct, down there, somewhere, worming around the gut, but so far down, so hidden, It's impossible to find. Imagine, if you will, a worldwide conspiracy to deny the color yellow. And whenever you saw yellow, they told you, no, that isn't yellow, what the fuck's yellow? Eventually, when you saw yellow, you would say: that isn't yellow, but of course it isn't blue nor green, nor purple, or... You'd say it, yes it is yellow, and become increasingly hysterical, and then go quite berserk.
is this it?
x.x.x-dani
"I know what you're trying to say, I know that you love me"
/// thats about enough of enough about my ranting
If you take someone's thoughts and feelings away bit by bit, consistantly, then they have nothing left except some gritty, gnawing, shitty little instinct, down there, somewhere, worming around the gut, but so far down, so hidden, It's impossible to find. Imagine, if you will, a worldwide conspiracy to deny the color yellow. And whenever you saw yellow, they told you, no, that isn't yellow, what the fuck's yellow? Eventually, when you saw yellow, you would say: that isn't yellow, but of course it isn't blue nor green, nor purple, or... You'd say it, yes it is yellow, and become increasingly hysterical, and then go quite berserk.
is this it?
x.x.x-dani