blocked
clogged
i cant write
writers block
but really i have blocked brick by brick myself out yet in
god damn i miss you so much it hurts
i love you
but i am afraid to hear your voice
not of you
but what comes after
the feeling of you're here somewhere
i know you are where are you where did you go
then only to laugh painfully at myself and close up again
brick by brick
more tiring than then next
it hurts
brick by brick
ill build a a wall longer and thicker than the greatest of them all
i must get over this sickness
i must see you
i need to
these old habitual fears
hah a part of me still fears journals
because
in writing i can not lie or hide
sure i can use metaphors
but
the truth
remains
bare vulnerable truth
Add your comment
Comments
-
Numbness ...
is not the answer. Better to feel. Even if it hurts.
It reminds us we are ALIVE ... in this world of electrozombies and cybermonkeys.
There's too many NPCs in this game of life.
Better to hurt and tremble and cry ... than feel nothing.
Once you stop feeling and dreaming ... we lose the most precious part of our humanity ... our spirituality .. our essence.
Hang in there omani
Recent Journals
-
press press again paper punctures scheduled reality come lets plan the steps of your decay press press again puncture minds let me remind you, you are not your past you are not your scars you will never have me drop it move on i wish you well you truly deserve 'love' a friendon Apr 4 12:28 AM, In Bitter. 200 words. → 1 comment, Add one?

