i hear my voice

Mar 22, 2009 03:22

the hardest part in being here is not having anybody to talk to. the silence has never been this deep, not as dark as i remember it, except for that darkest of night when i thought i can just put my life in my own hands and escape (but G has other plans).

and when theres nobody to talk to, i turn to my friends who will always be there, echoing the same feelings, the same burden that i presently carry, things that are close to heart: so close, giving you enough to start wondering if it was about you.

music.

volume at its max, noise isolating earphones to make the rest of the world - reality - life, disappear even for just a moment, even for just the last few words that you could barely hear as the song fades into a paper cup where all the screams and the sorrows of this world go. oh, you should have stayed for the sunset, if not for me.

it is a struggle to do anything; theres not even enough strength to change into cleaner clothes, finding yourself waking up (from a 5 minute sleep) wearing the same clothes. and in moments like this, let me share a thing that one might find himself doing: shave your head.

i hear my voice
i hear my voice
i hear.... my voice

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