showing through

days and days
2004-06-12 23:20:34 (UTC)

Cages

If laughter were the key to cure, and if smiles were all
anyone needed to feel 100% better... I'd become a clown. If
everything could disappear in a snap, transform in a point
of a finger or appear in a blink, I'd take up magic. but we
all know nothing works that way in reality...
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Each surrounding sound has been echoing in my head. I feel
almost hung-over, and though my body is empty of alcohol,
my head is still spinning.
I've hit a dead end of decisions and each thought bombards
another. I'm feeling just about as useless as a mouse
caught by its tail in a trap...
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I fell asleep this afternoon and woke up in a puddle of
sunshine, spilt onto my bed. My room seemed brighter than
usual, and it burned my eyes. Naturally I nestled my head
back into the pillow and slept longer... thinking was
tiring me out.

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Finished with these childish days of unnecessary drama,
stress and games. Moving forward at last... but i have a
feeling I'll always be nailed down to the floorboards...
I'll always be tied down. I'm trying to break these chains,
but every so often someone walks by, jingling the keys,
reminding me that I have yet to be set free. I will always
be a bird in a cage, too small for comfort and stuck in the
darkest corner of the room...

imprisoned.




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