Blankness of my own mind sickens me.
Then the sea of thoughts, hurling from behind that has been collected over these past 20 something years, vomitting from inside, struggling to pass each other, to find the way to the surface...now that is has a chance.
How many such words have been written?
How many dark thoughts buried in this virtual sea...?
How many actually heard, read?
I haven't written in a long time.
I ran away from my own thoughts, thinking it would be better to focus on reality, rather than create images in my own head, ideas about the future, I'm not even sure what anymore...
It seems it didn't work...
Everything is coming back to me, too fast at this point...and I'm not sure if I have strength to face it...
I'm throwing these thoughts into thin air...maybe someone catches them..
Post je objavljen 07.10.2009. u 06:04 sati.