I realize now that the glass beneath my feet keeping me above the burning pain is really melting ice
If a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it, will it make a sound?
If something is written and she's not around to read it, will it really mean anything?
Who is my audience? Are there voiceless ones who read my journal? Who know so much about me without ever telling me they care? That they understand.
"I've been there, man. I know exactly how you feel," they'll never say. If you read this, if you've ever read this, then please leave a comment just so I know that these transmissions are worth something to someone. That these soul broadcasts and scriptures soaked in tears have reached someone.
Random Parasites that have been eating at the fibers of my mind:
-I like reading Mike McD's livejournal. There's comfort in knowing that someone is sinking to the depths of depression and misery with me. See you at the bottom, Mike. And maybe we can have a tea party with the octopi.
-Emma is gone. It's only for five days, but I go on hurting nonetheless. The distance between us is killing me. She called me about two hours ago to say good-bye. I lied and told her I would try and have fun while she was gone. Most people can't go longer than a minute without breathing. I'll shatter the world record by going five days.
-Does anyone have any money I can have? Seriously,like a dollar or two would be awesome.
-If you see your grandfather today give him a hug and tell him he's a great guy.
This transmission is over. If you read it, thank you.
If something is written and she's not around to read it, will it really mean anything?
Who is my audience? Are there voiceless ones who read my journal? Who know so much about me without ever telling me they care? That they understand.
"I've been there, man. I know exactly how you feel," they'll never say. If you read this, if you've ever read this, then please leave a comment just so I know that these transmissions are worth something to someone. That these soul broadcasts and scriptures soaked in tears have reached someone.
Random Parasites that have been eating at the fibers of my mind:
-I like reading Mike McD's livejournal. There's comfort in knowing that someone is sinking to the depths of depression and misery with me. See you at the bottom, Mike. And maybe we can have a tea party with the octopi.
-Emma is gone. It's only for five days, but I go on hurting nonetheless. The distance between us is killing me. She called me about two hours ago to say good-bye. I lied and told her I would try and have fun while she was gone. Most people can't go longer than a minute without breathing. I'll shatter the world record by going five days.
-Does anyone have any money I can have? Seriously,like a dollar or two would be awesome.
-If you see your grandfather today give him a hug and tell him he's a great guy.
This transmission is over. If you read it, thank you.