Thursday, June 30, 2011
Suffocation....
Drifting thru another day, feeling it in every thin i do,frozen glances, tear stained eyes.. Shattered.. Disembodiment, hurt,anger humiliation rushing through my veins. Gasping, choking where is everyone? Battling to escape. Lungs get tighter,its too late. No1 can save me now. Like a wild fire,fear has uncontrollably ripped through my life n destroyed it all!
A Difference.....
Too many times ppl misinterprete wat other ppl mean in a specific action or word.This is the spark for misunderstandings n broken relationships.If each jus did their bit to make a difference without expectation the world could be a more acceptin place.So 4those who think they no who or what im talkin bout in this piece.Dont..Jus take it from whe it comes.
"A difference" - Looking into his eyes,she saw beyond what she had seen before. Buried deep in the aquamarine sparkle was a sadness, a feelin of loss. It stabbed at her chest and there was nothin left to do. 'Reach out' her heart cried. 'Leave it alone' replied her head... And so an integration of pain n laughter began... Seein the smiles dance along his mouth n the corners of his eyes crinkle,made it all worthwhile. If one touch and one smile could make a difference in the sandy haired boys life, then blessed for that, forever, she shall be..
"A difference" - Looking into his eyes,she saw beyond what she had seen before. Buried deep in the aquamarine sparkle was a sadness, a feelin of loss. It stabbed at her chest and there was nothin left to do. 'Reach out' her heart cried. 'Leave it alone' replied her head... And so an integration of pain n laughter began... Seein the smiles dance along his mouth n the corners of his eyes crinkle,made it all worthwhile. If one touch and one smile could make a difference in the sandy haired boys life, then blessed for that, forever, she shall be..
Love this....
Its amazing how many people we are happy to give up our true selves for. We are willing to bend and alter our true beings all for the acceptance of someone who ultimately isn't accepting us anyway, because they not even getting the chance to know WHO we really are.... what are we so afraid of? Rejection?
Do we really find solice in knowing the alter ego of ourselves getting rejected, is more comforting than actually having our real selves rejected? And if so why is this?
It seems we are all taught by some medium that to be who you are is the most amazing thing you can be however everywhere you look - nothing seems real. Pictures are airbrushed, reality shows are edited, words are distorted and everyone everywhere, seems to be playing some sort of game....
Just a thought.....
Welcome....
So, through a passion for words and a head so full of thoughts I can barely hear myself chew, I have decided to enter the Wonderful World of Blogging.... It may help the creative juices flow, it may give one of the many personalities living in my head something else to do or it may just provide an outlet for those days of sheer frustration and confusion which can always use an outsiders opinion.... either way.... Here I go free falling in to the unknown yet exciting world of blogging.......
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