Take your mind back, regardless of the price.
Some times i hear songs that makes me want to be someone kind and gentle, someone who treats other with respect, someone with an army of friends. Someone acknowledged. Tori Amos's songs often make me want to be someone else. They're the kind of songs that make you want to have wind in your hair, sunlight in the sky, a roaring waterfall behind you. Huh. While I was writing that, I just understood what great a metaphor it was. The roaring inferno behind me, the light in front of me, and the air in my face as a swoop towards it. Great, I'm crying now too. There's so many shades of depression. The screaming one, the insane one, the distanced one, the melancholic one, the desperate one. I'm being thrown between them. Glimpsing at the sky, once in a while, each shred of hope fuels it, there is no new lows without the occascional victory. Can't you please listen? I want to talk to someone about this, but all i get to do is spew an endless line of 1's and 0's into the void, hoping that someone will see this and actually care. At least think about it for a moment. Tilt his or her head, perhaps. That's all I want. An inquitious look and a possibility to cry at you, to scream just what i feel, to loosen up inside and be just what i want to be. It's weird how things happen. It's weird the things you write once you open the vaults. But I keep walking, ignorant about what happens around me, headed for the train-station, getting down to the lines, lips against the metal, lips against the gravel, then the train arrives.