You want to know what this feels like?
It feels like you just told your deepest, darkest secret to your best friend to find that she runs on stage and shouts it out to the whole world. From then on everywhere you turn, no one quiet knows how to react. Your exposed. Your skins been peeled from your muscles, your bones, Your ribs are cracked and your hearts dangerously close to stopping. It feels like everyone who looks into your eyes sees straight into your mind. Straight into your soul and sees everything you need, desire, the things you do when your sat alone, the times you've though that perhaps there are people watching, cameras, anything. It feels like all the hurt has just been bottled up at sea, and you found it washed up upon your tiny, deserted island; and not knowing what to do, you opened it. And in that tiny moment your world crashes down around you. All the walls you've buit up to protect yourself. They didnt mean anything, they cant protect you from this.
It's that split second when you leave your house and you think your naked, the moment your foot slips on the staires and lightning shocks through your body and into your toes, the time when your young and you turn around to find that mums not there in the busy street. Your raw and open and empty. Alone.
Its shit.
"She doesnt know i cry for the changing times,
That just as i reread my favourite books, some small part of me hoping for a different ending, I find myself hoping against hope that the war will never come. That this time, somehow, it will leave us be."
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