What is real?

Mar 25, 2005 17:11

Sometimes I try to make everything simple, to make each little thing fit into it's box and know that all is right with the world. Sometimes I try to remember what things were like before I had such a thick skull, before I grew a second skin that is almost perfectly impenetrable. But those things were never real. They were never tangible, never touchable.

No one has ever really known me. And no one ever will. There was a time when I cared, when I had no other wish but to be understood, and in knowing what there was behind every smile, people still sticking around for a time. But that wish is vapor now....or maybe it always was.

Things that I used to think were so important seem small and petty. Dreams I thought so profound, nothing but static. I am a lot smaller then I used to think I was.

I was so happy earlier today, when the sun was beating down on me and I felt alive again, reborn even.

Why is everyone so attracted to darkness? We all love the light, but sometimes the light decides to take itself , to tease with hopes of forever and then hide away. But there is always darkness. Sometimes, tomorrow, right here and now.

My thoughts are scattered tonight, between how much I have been feeling, and how little I care to feel at all.

Fuck you Robbie, for not letting me have a Snickers bar.
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