| Sunday, January 16, 2011
ever had that feeling when it was as if you were looking in from the sidelines,
confused,
the laughter passes over your head
for you were not programmed for this frequency.
but if no one has that frequency,
to change is so tiring.
actress, i said.
the purple piggy oinked 7:09 AM
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hide to escape,
an ostrich.
the purple piggy oinked 6:39 AM
| Saturday, January 15, 2011
you must realize that what is not to be will never be,
for the paths which do not converge cannot be forced to.
the purple piggy oinked 7:17 PM
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fear.
it could be accurate, or it could not be.
the tendency to jump ahead, to skim over the unwanted,
it's becoming the downfall.
when could it be more obvious?
the hole,
voluntarily walking into a downward spiral.
if i told you about all the times that the railing was wished to disappear,
of the times seeing the downward spiral and half-hoping for it to be real,
of the times that daydreams self-destruct with the same ending,
the music is there for a reason,
the little white pill of forget.
you can't say i didn't try to tell.
i did once, to someone i wasn't sure of,
and the err...okay? i recieved confirmed the truth,
that the lock was there to stay forever.
there are many things to be thankful for,
but as is the case,
these things are not supposed to be forgotten, what thankful?
you could say that this is a ploy,
from an experienced actress, skilled from years of training.
it's a concrete crypt, the little dot of death.
don't we all have brains capable of listening, understanding and helping?
but are we not lesser than the imaginary figures,
it is sad when the pat on the head comes from a hand controlled by that very head.
a dance to the death, that's what the person is in.
a dance where the life is crushed out, slowly.
the covering is too thick to allow comprehension, precisely what is needed.
for even if someone saw, their lack of understanding allows for what has always been suppressed to stay hidden.
the purple piggy oinked 2:20 AM
