The graveyard is such a sad place – there are dead flowers everywhere – seeing them, one cannot contain the tears…
I
need to cry. I need to go to that special place where no one would ask me why
I cry or if I need help, but will simply feel my pain. I need to stay there… I
need to feel that everything’s going to be ok. I need that feeling! And it’s
constantly slipping away of my hands...
Is it
a bug I have? Why does the others, mes
pairs, manage to survive relatively easier? Why, why do I have to feel?...
Somebody please explain me the structure of the feelings and a method of
studing them, so that I can manage to get free… Silence? Comm’on, a test, a study, an
experiment, statistics! Shall I take off my jacket or you can very well examine
me like that? Do you need a blood probe, by the way? Or probably an urine
stample? May be you’d like to ask me some questions, shall I lay on the soffa,
sir?
If there
are three levels of disappointment that are related into a vicious circle: 1. Vehement
fight against the factor, 2. Self-aggression, 3. It’s
all the same, I can say you are out of them for the moment. you feel uneasy because it's a new place with new people and you cannot find your place within them. (jajaja, thanX
science! Really felt better, lol)
Dafuq,
should you really be objective? Can’t you just give me a friendly, loving hug
and say that’s alright?... Can’t you be human for a while and help me… Help me
feel safe…
And you,
Art, even though you are just a function of my thoughts, reflection of me, why
did you leave me to them? Why don’t you intervene and at least take benefit of
the situation? Why don’t you be my human now? You will really leave me produce
this bull****… Huh, are you telling me I'm really that empty?! That’s frightening…
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