'batteries not included

Thursday, September 20, 2007

5:30 PM

Skin depth joy

The passing hours was a build up to eventually tear me down and now I'm back to the place where I inject dolor into myself. The bursting outrage of sadness and worries leaked outs as I try to contain it. The overflowing of thoughts that tags bad vibes, disturbs my sleep and now I'm left to sleep with one eye open. The sudden silence and without the 'undo' help option leaves me burdened. I'm currently drowning in love yet with pain, this shouldn't be happening, no please take it away! Joy and the good endings which were once the clothes of my heart soons numbs away, slowly withering and soon to fade. I'm running out of luck these days, but was there even a refill anyway? Words left unspoken leave a stab wound, and you do not see it. Each day, I lose myself in the indulging chatters and soon I'll be an unfamiliar face in the mirror, but I wouldn't mind losing myself if it eventually finds a place in your mind. I, too change myself just to stand alone in your eyes. Am I even in your vision or just like any of your daily passer-by. Am I just a cast in your play which you title, Perfect Strangers?

The days starts to reenact itself, the familiar days with an emotion script I know by heart. It's a scene I've acted over and over again, well may you please post me to a new scene where love and butterflies invades the stage. The common act of break ups and make ups shakles me to the ground of darkness. With a silence I keep from you, my eyes screams to be heard by you. The perfect ending was a swapped luggage scenario, but with an define intention. A bullet from hand to heart, an arrow from heart to head, leaves me barely bleeding but with a broken heart. Finding my grip now is vital, who am I to find support? somebody... save.. me....

goodnight world...