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.