A dying breed

Jan 16, 2006 01:12

You ever get the feeling you are the only one of your kind? The last of whatever and no matter how much anyone can associate or empathize, they don't really get it?
I think that is a rhetorical question, we probably all feel that way sooner or later in life, but for me, it is a thought that has been with me as long as memory itself.
I guess it is a little odd to say in the same breath that I am no better than anyone, but we all live in the same world and we all have to put up with the same shit. We all have to deal with the drama and heartache involved with our hearts, we all have to put up with bullshit that comes along with work, whatever form it may take, and we all have difficulties.
I want to feel like I did in that blue underground so many years ago... everything was ok, as I drew water into my lungs, the world slowed and took a beautiful tint. Drowning is supposed to be one of the worse ways to go, but I think if I had any say in the matter, that is how I would like to go...just return to the water that birthed us all. Maybe somewhere, I just feel it could wash away all of the filth on my soul.
Anyway, im all fucked up on Lorecets and booze, so ima gonna play now. I'm fine, no, really.
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