Wednesday, March 29, 2006

You think the world is designed for you
That every little intricate detail
suits your style and
caters to your mood
You think that the world spins
Because your head spins in a dizzying pace
Trying to figure out whether black will turn to white
Or whether gray is really in the spectrum.
You think the world follows you
That you can say what you want and
The world will be delighted by your voice
and your predilections
You think that just because you think
It will give the world meaning.
You think you are right
But you are wrong.
The world will spin without you
Make absolute sense without you
Breathe without you
Live without you
Cheat without you
Hurt without you
The world will betray you
Simply because you are no longer
here.
March 29, 2006
The Absence of You
**** Funny how time and space can make me feel detached-- concepts that seem elusive to my grasp yet somehow, they are as real as daggers to my heart. Pain is also just a concept. Exercise "Mind over Matter" and you'll find that pain is just a brain signal. But this is the same exercise that will allow you to feel excruciating pain even when there's no physical harm to yourself. It's true, emotional harm is worse especially for the sensitive souls.
Time and distance is a trap set forth by the cosmos to lure misguided souls into forcing their pain thresholds. Up to what extent will you endure pain? Will you cry? Will you bleed? Will you succumb to it?
Today I babble. I make no sense. But in my mind, the world is clear. There is blood on my pillow already, tears on the sleeves of my shirt and medication to keep the pain at bay. As for thoughts, time, space, distance... concepts, the cosmos, brain signals... These are beyond my control, ergo out of my reach. I can control tears and bleeding and palpitations... fluctuations of the jaded heart but not love, not life, not death. Certainly not faith.
Forgive me for being senseless. Today I exercise my freedom to keep you in pain by simply babbling.
she told
the story ...
1:32 AM