how sad this is, to ask yourself
"why am i not sad at all, as i should be"
you know you are broken, constantly imploding
emotion cased in ice, burning every layer
how sad this is to force yourself to cry, and then...
- nothing -
drawn, hooked and fished to the surface again,
knowing of the full perversion of this impulse
when tears roll as cold marbles, without a sorrow to justify
how sad this is, to find this man,
filled to his full with latent potential
conform and curb to dreams of others
and know it at the same time.
cold cold wind overcoming intense heat
As i lay watching the herding of cloud bursts
the only moment where my mind dissolves
where i need not plot the dimensions of my smile.
6 comments:
Well said dude. This one, I can relate to very well. A little too well, infact. Thanks for the impact.
deep enough... being numb.. not feeling... it can be bliss at times... maybe realising that one doesnt exist... is the beginning of his/her existence...
hi ragnarok: its little impacts that steer comets across the universe.
Angel: We exist since we became conscious of ourselves. there is no second beginnings ever, nor is there a need to go to extremes to feel that. yet we can go on burdening ourselves unnecessarily.I exist now, here and what ever i am is all that i truly have. That is why names are precious.
My last post was inspired by your post.. i was angry I couldnt feel numb.. i wanted to feel numb I wanted to feel nothing.. but I couldnt..
Excellent piece
shanu: thanks for the ref (insert winking smiley here).
May be you just need to put all your feelings into words here so that you don't have to feel it outside of this words-world.
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