In some moments one must understand the life that is presented
The emotional complication that stands up to us…stares us in the face
In what moment is there a right to upset another person
Is there ever this right
Blank stares into the bathroom mirror
Screams
Screams my own name with no color or ink
No threats. No emotion whatsoever
Tears. Salty liquid comes rushing down my face like a race to some finish line
Is there failure when the ending is not even in sight
Is there failure within…does such state exist
Standing in thought…what must these tears represent
Are they of any use to any situation
Do the tears give any handicap to thus situation
Or must the obsession of scars come rushing from the closet to deal with such pain
Do memories truly die with memory loss
Have they never existed to the victim
When searching for life…is there a place to start
Is it right to not feel alive though blood rushes from the body…the heart is still beating…tears still fall
Is one insane for this
Must this state of being be strapped to a bed or given medication
Are the dreams of success signs of an unstable mentality
Would it be just to turn one-self in to a mental hospital for such dreams
Or do I just feel crazy for wanting to live a success when every road that I follow gives me no hope; every obstacle that I pass only shows me a ladder going down to where I have been before; every time that I kiss her, I fly to the highest level only to be struck down by reality
Staying awake is my only option to stay away from dreams
Dreams only manage to kill the reality of ones being
Doctor, please give me pills because my imagination is rather large to keep my feet on the floor of reality
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
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