what do you do when you realize that every thought running through your head goes back to him? when your every breath and every movement goes back to that one moment of true happiness?
life is a sham. everyone knows it. you have to be happy now, because you have eternity to be sad. i don't get it.
how is it that people my age have traveled the world? have they lived five lives or something? the only times i have left this country is when i've gone to visit family in mexico.
what do you do when your body is in one place, but your heart is in million different places? do you go on living normally? or do you just stay and ponder?
i sit here and write, i can hear the wind whistling through the crack in my window. is this what my life has come to? friday night at home, watching the second season of Sex and the City on DVD and talking to internet friends?
maybe im not meant to see anything other than the four walls of my bedroom. maybe im destined to become the next great Emily Dickinson. Writing my heart out, but not on paper, through a computer. putting it out on the web, for all to see..
let the sideshow begin.
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