Monday, October 27, 2008

Sometimes it feels like we're strangers, masquerading as something more, just to have another ally in this big, scary world. Part of me wants to patch the pieces together; but for the most part, I just want to walk away. Call it an intrinsic trait, running away from the things that hurt me. It's easier to emotionally detach yourself from negativity, rather than facing it straight on. Cowardice? Apathy? I can't decide.

I'm not perfect. God, how I know it. But neither is anyone else.

I feel angry. I don't know if I have the right to, but I feel it anyway. Maybe it's helplessness. There's nothing more frustrating than having your hands tied, and being on the outside looking in. I'm getting tired of everything. Wake me up when you feel like letting me in.

I can only hold in so much, and here, I've expressed a hybrid of emotions that I'm experiencing right now.
Don't ask me who I'm talking about.
Don't ask me if I'm talking about you.
Pick my words apart, and see if you find yourself in there. I hope you do. Then I'll be the only one who feels like I'm losing you.

"I don't know your thoughts these days
We're strangers in an empty space"
-> Keane - We might as well be strangers

Posted by stash at 2:38 PM