Tuesday, February 17, 2004
i've been angry alot recently, but i've been sad alot more.
sadness, which remains my safety net, the only thing i can count on to fall back onto, still has a merciless death-grip on me,
always remaining slightly enticing, like the sweet lips of a lover i have forbidden myself to kiss.
the sound of
damien rice never fails to bring upon me a quiet heartache, with all that's left in the wake of love and the stain of rose-coloured shards of glass, from which i used to look at the world through.
i am pained, but yet slightly euphoric.
i am unfinished, but yet strangely complete.
i am sorry.
i don't walk to contradict myself, but contradiction follows me like a shade of my shadow that doesn't fade even when the sun chooses to go in hiding.
where is that smile of mine?
the one that stayed plastered to my face in a hypocritical mess that i created with my bare hands.
i will resolve to stop moulding things, for they never take the shape that i intended,
all for the sake of happiness,
all for the tiny moments of fleeting joy that this resolution will so kindly allow me.
sherry @ 1:00:00 am
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