Saturday, February 21, 2009
"What I need is something non-verbal."
I don't know if this is how its suppose to be. If life is suppose to be this hard. No its not constant, but like surging waves. Moments which seem to prolong than expected. Maybe its the growing up, that I've come to accept, albeit all my denials we're all eventually growing apart.
You see, for me, is that Im still here and you you and you have all left and I am still right here. Rooted to the same exact spot with the same and possibly more troubled mind. And while everyone's able to go about with their dailies I can only pretend to.
but this is getting old and all I want is to get out.
Like I said, disappearance happen. Pain go phantom, blood stops running and people fade away. There's more I have to say. So much more. But I've disappeared.