Friday, 25 June 2010
Sunday, 16 May 2010
16.05.2010
Being woken by the rain this morning, only adding to that swelling feeling. It's as if nature is showing off, showing me all its extraordinary beauty. I really don't mind, I'll just soak it all up.
Today's Word: Rain
Today's Word: Rain
Saturday, 15 May 2010
15.05.2010
I am full. My heart expands. My soul tears at its confines, desperately demanding to be let free, to be allowed to float high above us all. Sometimes beauty cannot be dressed in words. Sometimes life cannot be dressed in words. Doesn't stop me from trying though.
Today's Word: Swell
Today's Word: Swell
Friday, 14 May 2010
14.05.2010
I feel a desperate need to vent so I think the best way is simply to take up this project again. Some more random words to go with my random life. A small outlet for all those things you don't want to discuss, yet cannot for the life of you get out of your mind. So yes. Project Words shall be continued.
Today's Word: Insomnia
Today's Word: Insomnia
Monday, 15 March 2010
15.03.2010
Let it pour. Let me drown. Let it cleanse. You shake your head. You want to cry. You need an outlet.
Then you stop. Stop and wonder why. Is there a reason? There isn't one. Then how come you feel so raw? How come you feel so open. How come you hurt without being hurt?
The scream rests in your throat. Ever so ready to tear itself free. Making your skin tingle, hum, vibrate. But what good would it do?
Making you wonder about points, about what's pointless. You know you are. You know you're one more in a sea of nothing. Then why does that knowledge bring you pain today? What's special about today of all todays?
It's pressure. That's what it is. You want to blame others, but you are the only one who bears responsibility. You're the one that gives their voices meaning. You are the one transforming words into weight.
But right now that doesn't matter. Because right now it rests on your shoulders. Right now it forces you to your knees.
Then you stop. Stop and wonder why. Is there a reason? There isn't one. Then how come you feel so raw? How come you feel so open. How come you hurt without being hurt?
The scream rests in your throat. Ever so ready to tear itself free. Making your skin tingle, hum, vibrate. But what good would it do?
Making you wonder about points, about what's pointless. You know you are. You know you're one more in a sea of nothing. Then why does that knowledge bring you pain today? What's special about today of all todays?
It's pressure. That's what it is. You want to blame others, but you are the only one who bears responsibility. You're the one that gives their voices meaning. You are the one transforming words into weight.
But right now that doesn't matter. Because right now it rests on your shoulders. Right now it forces you to your knees.
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