A ceaseless pressure waiting to combust - the drama

May 11, 2010 16:51

There is a weight on me.

It pulls me down.

Deeper and deeper.

It feels heavy on my chest, as if it is some kind of travel size ball of sadness that I keep inside of me everyday.

I try to fight it.

I try and make it better.

I swim, dig, and pull.

But nothing really seems to help.  Much like putting a bandaid on a dam would help.

Someday it'll all overflow onto you and it'll crush you like you are crushing me.  Someday I'll look into your face and realize that you have no power over me and when I do our world will come crashing down into little pieces.  No more tight pants, no more signing goblins, no more labryinth.

I guess all I really can do is wait for that day to come.  Either that or fight the never ending tide of dominance that you wash up on my shores everyday.  You're worse than global warming.  Maybe they should do a documentary on you too.  An Inconvienient Relationship.  Get Al Gore another nobel.

I guess you could say its me too.  It takes two right?  A team. A "family unit."  That's what we're supposed to be. Working together to be right.  Like working together to show how you're right.

Fuck this.
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