Jun 13, 2006 20:29
Life.
PLAY
let it be: positive. progression. normalcy (a small sliver), and everyone being content.
STOP
REWIND
PLAY
Life rewound itself, stopped at the angst, sorrow, and misery, and played the past in the present. Something forgotten had snapped back into life; hardened itself to show its presense; proud, defiant, deafening, and unwanted to others. (anxiety)
Pause
I feel terrible and destructive from the inside out. If I could peel back my skin, and start fresh, i'd be relieved. I want to tear back my muscles, feel the tissue and blood soak under my finger nails, and replace it with better, clean, reliant skin. Desperate times call even more desperate measures.
You'll roll your eyes at me and mutter "same problems, different names. generic brand of generic material". You're probably right.
It's things like this that make us feel alive. We'll be fine in the morning, as long as we burn this city alive.