don't.
here is the rush.
just for a moment- school work is aside, the blinds are shut, the door is closed. i turn my phone off and on every so often so i say i'm void of communication. communicating is a process of body language for me. i get upset when people can not decipher the story my eyes are giving away. don't shake your head at me because in my language that can speaks three thousand different things. even be wary of placing a hand on the small of my back, because it could give me some other notion. the goose bumps could tell you this much. that slick smile you plaster on your face changes meaning with the slightest movement; imagine the laugh lines. imagine all the expressions that are more like a novel i am trying to get through. i have been reading every line. if you have something to say give me words on a page. i shut off the lights sometimes to be only with myself. this is me alone with my thoughts. this is my dream. i have lived in the strangest of dreams. truth be told, i don't think i have escaped it just yet.
but i had a good day today.
and i admit to being this dramatic, to displaying my feelings along with my heart on my sleeve, to falling short of expectations, to expecting too much, to being selfish, to being sorry. if i say this all sounded better in my head, do i come off as less ridiculous? someone follow me.
one more question: is there truly a difference between being independent and being alone?
just for a moment- school work is aside, the blinds are shut, the door is closed. i turn my phone off and on every so often so i say i'm void of communication. communicating is a process of body language for me. i get upset when people can not decipher the story my eyes are giving away. don't shake your head at me because in my language that can speaks three thousand different things. even be wary of placing a hand on the small of my back, because it could give me some other notion. the goose bumps could tell you this much. that slick smile you plaster on your face changes meaning with the slightest movement; imagine the laugh lines. imagine all the expressions that are more like a novel i am trying to get through. i have been reading every line. if you have something to say give me words on a page. i shut off the lights sometimes to be only with myself. this is me alone with my thoughts. this is my dream. i have lived in the strangest of dreams. truth be told, i don't think i have escaped it just yet.
but i had a good day today.
and i admit to being this dramatic, to displaying my feelings along with my heart on my sleeve, to falling short of expectations, to expecting too much, to being selfish, to being sorry. if i say this all sounded better in my head, do i come off as less ridiculous? someone follow me.
one more question: is there truly a difference between being independent and being alone?