| Silence.
Silence can be the perfect partner for loneliness.
We are the enablers of our own loneliness.
The madness we drive ourselves to obsessing over our own faults and insecurities is nonsensical and unnerving. We kiss ourselves needing affection and intimacy from somewhere. Naked, sweating bodies write bitter symphonies reverberating false promises of glamour and beauty before it all comes crashing down. Until your hollow world collapses under the weight of your ever expanding ego.
Your spinal tap runs out as a shell of your former self falls away into the void. |
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| I'm in Pelham, Georgia right now. Party central. It's as if you have to be overtly nice so that no one is offended and so that people don't talk about you (although amiability does not arrest gossip I suppose). It's like an alternate reality down here. |
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| Whispering sirens
Resounding warning signs
A question of Loyalty over vegetable soup
Over coffee and shaking hands
Let them freeze
Screaming for a raging revolution
With flashing lights
Sweating bodies
A battlefield
A busy hive of controversy
In search of evolution. |
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| How stereotypical that a teenage girl post about love.
But this...
wierd.
Granted. It's been 14 months as of today, however we've experienced...a lot. Everyday I wonder if I stay with him because I fear there is nothing better out there..I fear the loneliness. It's nice to have one person that actually cares that your sock has a hole it. Someone who enjoys spending Sundays in bed eating snacks, watching some cartoons, and playing a few video games. He's my best friend. My other half. I've grown to need him. It's like it's easier to breathe when he's near...when I can at least talk to him. I couldn't imagine that I would feel this way about any one person this young. That's why it's so wierd and I wonder if it's just silly?
It couldn't possibly be.
It's love.
I'm Head over Heels in love.
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| Still rollin'
rollin'
rollin'
rollin'
rawhide. |
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