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Monday, September 24, 2007


Sometimes, I'm feeling so much that I don't even know how to express myself...
Where to start from...
What to say...
Where to end

I'm listening...
I'm feeling...
I'm thinking...
But I'm not saying.

I want...
I need...
I yearn...
And I hope.
But it's not happening.

Maybe I've got too much time on hands now...
That I've got no where to run.
Yet I'm so tired of myself.
The endless layers of me.
It's really a lethal combination that I'm made of.
Virgo + Scorpio.
The logical, practical and optimistic me versus the emotional, intense and pessimistic me.
Do you know how it feels to always be at war with myself internally?
Torn apart.

It's warped. So morbidly warped.
Twisted. Tormented. Trapped.
In an invisible yet vivid web of intangible memories.

Life's at a standstill.
I stand motionless, in the colors black and white
Starring into space, blindly.

Hollow
5:32 AM;