Sunday, July 13, 2008
Emotional blockage.Because no matter how far I launch myself into the future or twist the present, at the end of the day I succumb to everything you.Im still trying to figure out if its you, you. Or just the idea of you. Or the notion of a you that Ive made up in my head, after countless contradiction and left over memories my mind can possibly conjure up.My best guess would be; Ive fallen for the idea of a you, a non existant you. Its an extraordinary outline of you which Ive coloured in with hopefuls and cliches. And now its become like my owm imaginary friend. Familiar and daunting, but mostly never leaving my side.I hate you. You are someone else, and I am still right here. I hate you.