February 2012
35 posts
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Drifting....
off into a distant space. Away from everyone.
Reality blurred with the thoughts running through my head, constantly going like a conveyer belt.
If only the stars would shine a little brighter and the sun would rise just a little higher.
If only there was an off button.
Put it to rest. Tuck it away.
A break for something different.
I’m so easily destroyed but the tiny things.
Opening...
Another day in the ice box...
or…wait, I mean work.
Even the big oversized hoodie isn’t making a shield from the cold trapped within these brick walls. Stuck in a box without windows. Hidden from the world. Lost in a machine.
5 o’clock is so far away.
Headphones in, time to work.
Irratated.
Asshole remarks.
You act like your better than me.
But your just older.
Pointing out every mistake, but never a thanks.
An $18,000 check written to you, for all of my hard work.
How ridiculous.
A job is a job.
I won’t last forever at this one.
At least its paying the bills.
Secrets
bottled up like fireworks, just waiting to be lit.
Waiting for explosion.
Dreams.
Forgotten. Restless nights.
Wondering what happened to those golden days.
I wonder why...
…it is that we feel the need to run.
Escape. Get away. Leave everything behind. Problems arise and we dream of an easier solution than having to face them head on.
Just coming home from work, packing up the car, and taking off. No plan. No sense of direction. Just taking what little money you have and leaving. Figuring it out as you go. A bold move. A statement. A change. Not knowing...
Ugh.
Its like I just don’t understand why after so long I still feel this way. Why I keep trying to cut out all the questions, all the doubts. Why I just can’t seem to let down every guard and just let things happen. Why I’m such a skeptic. Why I feel so terribly broken inside and why I can’t just move on. Feel better. Get the fuck over it. Why I still feel so unsure. So lost.
...
I can't help but wonder
…why?
Why I even waste my time with certain things. Why I bother trying to give you attention when all you do is turn away. Why I keep trying but can’t seem to get anywhere. Why after so long, I feel this way.
Unsure…
Thoughts occupy my brain too much that shouldn’t. I keep them locked away for my own good. Consuming my mind til I feel like one day I’ll just...
