Alone without you baby
And here i go again on my own
Have you ever got to the point where you started to question everything you are, everything you feel, everything you wanna be? ...like you're one a big empty one-way street? it might sound as a cliche but you're stuck in a place where no feelings can reach you...
You wake up to the same smell of coffee and it doesn't give you the kick it once used to...you force yourself to feel...to find that one thing...anything, actually, that might move you...and you start to run around in circles and your perfume can't seem to cover up the stench of your dreams gone rotten...
And you try...God knows how much you try to get over yourself and start over once again... you begin to dig deeper and deeper inside yourself, searching for that thing that usually made you snap out if this pathetic excuse you've turned into...
Brainstorm your way out of it...let yourself feel...allow every little thing that comes your way to touch you and then cry it off...then put on that mask you thought you'd never have to wear again, smile your way out of this hollowness that has taken hold of you...
One can only sink that low...and as you come to terms with that, add some extra sugar to your coffee...just as much as you need to feel its flavor once again...Can you feel the rush?
As for me...i've been out of touch with reality and its surroundings for the past few months, but life, being the bitch that she is, keeps on calling it quits on me...
I'll live...would you?
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ma, ce dra'... m'am uitat de dimineata pana acum prin tot apartamentul, am fost si la vecini... le'am rascolit si lor apartamentele... dar nimic... nici urma de camera video! am gasit doar un reportofon... dar au insistat sa nu il confisc, k cica era proprietate personala... patetic raspuns... in fine, nu am gasit niciun dispozitiv de spionaj, de inregistrat, de vizualizat, de filat... nimic!! atunci... cum poti sa scrii despre tot ce simt eu??? poate ma simt eu muult prea banal... se poate... insa citesc putin cate putin... sa nu ma sokez prea brusc, dar si'asha, imi creste tensiunea si bpm-ul knd iti citesc post'urile. si-ti multumesc! ma'nclin...un necunoscut
ReplyDeleteinca n-am castigat destul din scris incat sa-mi permit dispozitive de spionaj in casele cititorilor mei :) in afara de asta, prin ceea ce scriu nu urmaresc sa fac pe plac nimanui[ca sa ma inspir din ce li se intampla lor:P]
ReplyDeleteanyhow...it was flattering[tot in engleza suna mai bine]to get this type of feedback...
thank you,
may you have an awesome night and a hot cup of coffee in the morning