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purple butterfly
Posted by poeticnook
on
7/02/2001 10:14:00 PM
in
crossroads
Tiredness crawls through my body like there was nothing else in this world but pain. I should sleep early tonight, I tell myself. I got home at 3 a.m. this morning and part of me just wonders why I do..
Last night there were no stars. only a cloudy haze of darkness wanting to choke me. I am like shattered glass, broken in many places, I doubt if I will ever be whole once more. I'm tired. and it creeps through my system like some virus wanting to take control and invade my being.
Sometimes i wonder what went wrong.. where did the laughter go.. days pass like an infinite stream of thoughts unsaid, and emotions locked up like acid in a bottle. I look at the mirror and all i see is a pair of lusterless windows to my soul. There is something more to life than climbing pillars.. but what is it? and why does it seem so hard to stop myself from struggling when it's so much easier to let go?
I will go out this afternoon, I will take a half day off from work and just lie down at home. my stomach cramps are getting worse..
Last night there were no stars. only a cloudy haze of darkness wanting to choke me. I am like shattered glass, broken in many places, I doubt if I will ever be whole once more. I'm tired. and it creeps through my system like some virus wanting to take control and invade my being.
Sometimes i wonder what went wrong.. where did the laughter go.. days pass like an infinite stream of thoughts unsaid, and emotions locked up like acid in a bottle. I look at the mirror and all i see is a pair of lusterless windows to my soul. There is something more to life than climbing pillars.. but what is it? and why does it seem so hard to stop myself from struggling when it's so much easier to let go?
I will go out this afternoon, I will take a half day off from work and just lie down at home. my stomach cramps are getting worse..
