Sunday, February 13, 2005
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Friday, January 28, 2005
Monday, January 24, 2005
broken...
You sit on the cold hardened concrete, and suddenly you feel empty. All of a sudden you lose control of your emoutions - those that have been cultivated by the fine art of burial and sacrifice. They rise, and with them bring the strange sensation of exhausted tears and the familiar lack of air supply.
"I'm probably just being melodramatic". So close, yet so far. You try to rise, but find you have no legs. So you sit, and wait. And patiently wait within your haze for break.
Break. LInger, stop. You pull yourself up, and take yourself inside to the comfort of your homely surrounds. At least here, you're safe from the ecclesiastic tendancies of wandering passers-by. You know you'll be okay. Its just a matter of time.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Listless...
Do you ever sit in your room and stare at a blank patch no where in particular? And suddenly you realise that you've burnt the dinner, or missed a bus, or just been sitting for 15 minutes thinking about nothing at all? I know i certainly do. And its unnerving to think that it's happening more and more often.
Maybe my brain's overworked. They say that thinking can entice the mind to broaden itself, but what if too much thinking burns it out?
Who knows. Though i seem to be developing a much more pragmatic side this year, and i'm not sure i'm ready to admit as to why. Lets just put it down to the overwhelming sense of reality one finds when living in this lovely world.
Don't mind me, boys and girls. I'll be fine in the morning.









