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turn off the lights
and turn off the shyness
cause all of our moves
make up for the silence
the lies |
the fake |
the phonies |
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Quick as a flash, smile because the camera is on you, it shines you on, like a liquid metaphor, perhaps I should get something to ease a pain that's distant like an echo but sharp as a knife. I need a vacation, from mom, from everything and from myself.The thing I hate most is when I try to make a point and the listener either starts making wise cracks or just closes the subject.Thats how I got used to silence I guess.
Maybe I really want to get understood more than I need to be loved.Everything is nothing till its gone...then suddenly it becomes something...probably change succeeds merely in making things worse..I resisted it.... but it happened anyway.You know the saying "it may never happen"? well its a lie, it'll happen and knowing my luck it happens more often than it should...and next thing you know is that you lose the innocence which says "it happens to other people"
I can not always prevent that glass from breaking or hold the (STOP!) sign for the heavy, thick and succeeding sighs lest they should suck all air of common breathing....can you??
I'd rather u tell me u wanna fix my make-up rather than fix what's going on..I don't wear make-up anyway.
Drifting in a sea of depressive moods swaddled by conclusions, indicated rather than established, & ideas smothered at birth , days get a great deal of scars and scratches & my mind wonders: "is this life or something else?"
I wish I could say I heal like Wolverine.
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[bleedtodeath]
1:10 PM
l Walaa Emam l 14/02/1985 l Faculty of Science, AinShams Univ. l Female l
