December 2009
7 posts
Loneliness
There’s this room, full of people. People talking and touching and laughing and clinking glasses and making small-talk. Somehow I am standing in this room, amongst all these people, yet I remain separate from the entire scene. As though that is a two-way mirror hanging on the wall opposite and I am standing behind it. The unseen observer. I watch all these people, with their meaningful words...
“it’s that feeling again. that one you get when you feel like you’ve got nothing in the whole world, you’ve got no one and not a single shred of anything to hold onto. and you can’t even remember who you are or how you got here or why everything is so totally fucked. it’s like there isn’t a world outside of that window, you feel like everything’s...
“i wonder what’s inside the box?” said thomas. he circled it two and a half times with his head cocked to one side and his hands on his hips, staring at the wooden chest with a very stern look. pandora held her hands behind her back and swayed back and forth, rolling her feet from ball to heel, ball to heel.
“oh, i wouldn’t open it if i were you,” she replied, but her lips curled into a...
it’s all a game of
who can talk the loudest
who can run the fastest
who can jump the highest
but really
they all want to see each other
fall
just to see each other fail
it’s the cruelest game of all
they want to tempt you from your ledge
knowing it’s a long way to the ground
think you should’ve stayed in bed today?
well don’t let it get you down
“fine” is one of my least favourite words in the english language. you are not fine, i am not fine, no one is fine. we’re broken up, totally distraught, crazy out of our minds with pain and so close to the fucking edge that everything hurts and nothing works. so don’t tell me that you are “fine” because i know that you are so very far from that.
Silence drives me crazy. It allows me to think, to worry, to wish I had done this instead of that. Some enjoy silence, they revel in it. It allows them to think, to wonder about the future and ponder the mysteries of life. It allows them to expand and grow. There are a lot of people who enjoy silence, although not all of them have the luxury of experiencing it in their day-to-day routine. Some of...
These days, people are always striving for silence. Teachers yell, “Silence!” Librarians hiss, “Quiet!” Big sisters snap, “Shut up!” Silence, silence, silence. I want the opposite of silence, some days I just want to yell, “NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! MAKE SOME FUCKING NOISE!” I want to run through the streets of the small town I live in screaming at the top of my voice. But I don’t. I don’t...