what are you afraid of? what plague of terrors keep you awake when the world is dark and sleep is supposed to be taking place?never the same from one day to the next; this life is surreal. these methods inundated with eccentric overtones.
and you want so much;
so much more than what you have, so much more than what you are, so much more than you will ever be.
it's the wanting that destroys you.
and here sits a girl, alone in a dark, empty room.
the normalcy of her existence is contingent upon it's every other aspect being completely ridiculous. and there is a life that surrounds you here. a life that is wanting to be shared; wanting to be loved. but it won't be;
for you hate this life.
you hate this reality. more than anything.
you despise it; for it eludes you,
like an intricate pile of lies and half-truths that you could get to the bottom of.
if only you could analyze the two worlds; lay them out next to to one another, you could see them clearly.
