February 2012
My walls are dancing.
It’s almost a dizzy feeling, but I know it’s not. I know what it’s like to have Vertigo. Everything around me gets incredibly blurry and absolutely cannot focus on anything that isn’t directly in front of me. And even then, there’s a strange bright glare in the center of anything I’m trying to focus in on that isn’t from any light, for I am in a dimly lit...
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The brighter the light, the darker the shadow
It has become absolutely essential to my existence that I turn my attention away from the things that I am lacking. It’s clear that I am out of touch. At least that’s the way I see it. I talk to myself more and more it seems, and I’ve come to loathe my company. I shouldn’t complain, I can’t sit here and lie to myself that I didn’t see this shit coming. What the...
There is weight in the words we've said.
I re-built the bridge you burned. Swore to myself if it ever happened again, I’d leave. And you know what, I tried. I really fucking did. But there’s no use in trying to re-kindle a fire that you keep putting out. I don’t have that type of energy for this any longer. The phone works both ways, so does the effort involved in keeping a relationship alive.
Everyone leaves.
