very long time
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Feb. 24., 2012 | 12:03 am
I guess writing has always been a coping mechanism for me. every time I have a strong emotion I feel that I must write, put it somehow in words and come to terms with it. I am always seeking understanding of my actions and my emotions, so I guess the writing is just and extension of this compulsive thing.
in her eyes a different smile tonight. finally a smile so bright that it keeps me on the verge of sadness. finally a true awareness, one that can tear apart the smothering madness of long dark nights filled with unspeakable things. everything about your sudden conflict is reflected in me, and I feel it as if it was mine; after a while it truly becomes mine and I have no way out of the maze it has built around me with an amazing swiftness.
this time I feel different. beneath all the clutter of useless emotional mass and chatter of thought sounds I feel something that actually belongs to me. and I have not felt it for a very long time...
in her eyes a different smile tonight. finally a smile so bright that it keeps me on the verge of sadness. finally a true awareness, one that can tear apart the smothering madness of long dark nights filled with unspeakable things. everything about your sudden conflict is reflected in me, and I feel it as if it was mine; after a while it truly becomes mine and I have no way out of the maze it has built around me with an amazing swiftness.
this time I feel different. beneath all the clutter of useless emotional mass and chatter of thought sounds I feel something that actually belongs to me. and I have not felt it for a very long time...