empty (doesn't every blog have to have a post with this title??)
"Oddly enough, I feel like a new year has begun.
I feel empty: a new beginning always come at the cost of something else's ending."
(massey's blog: http://masseyjaan.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-cliche-pill.html)
i can't sleep.
it is 3:48 am and i can't sleep.
i was so tired today. so tired.
so you would think i could sleep.
but no.
i feel, as massey put it, empty.
i wish i could explain. explain it to myself. i wish i could put it into words. spit it out over the page. vomit it all out of me. i just want to write it and be done with it.
because writing it out makes me feel free of it. purifies me. i write it and then i'm rid of it. done and done. no more stupid illogical feelings. no more emptiness. just freedom.
but
i can't find the words (do words even exist for describing nothing, describing a hole?). i don't know what it is i feel. i don't know why. and i don't know how to find out.
search.
i look in, i stare at my soul. i try to separate from myself to see myself from the outside.
but
it's all a fog. misty. cloudy. unclear. hazy.
all i see are questions: why? how? what do i do? how do i become?
just endless questions like that.
i am looking for answers that i know i may never find.
do i just have to learn to deal?
do i just have to be
happy
about how it is?
I feel empty: a new beginning always come at the cost of something else's ending."
(massey's blog: http://masseyjaan.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-cliche-pill.html)
i can't sleep.
it is 3:48 am and i can't sleep.
i was so tired today. so tired.
so you would think i could sleep.
but no.
i feel, as massey put it, empty.
i wish i could explain. explain it to myself. i wish i could put it into words. spit it out over the page. vomit it all out of me. i just want to write it and be done with it.
because writing it out makes me feel free of it. purifies me. i write it and then i'm rid of it. done and done. no more stupid illogical feelings. no more emptiness. just freedom.
but
i can't find the words (do words even exist for describing nothing, describing a hole?). i don't know what it is i feel. i don't know why. and i don't know how to find out.
search.
i look in, i stare at my soul. i try to separate from myself to see myself from the outside.
but
it's all a fog. misty. cloudy. unclear. hazy.
all i see are questions: why? how? what do i do? how do i become?
just endless questions like that.
i am looking for answers that i know i may never find.
do i just have to learn to deal?
do i just have to be
happy
about how it is?
4 Comments:
You should be happy because of thinking on these questions. It does not really matter what would be the answer.
You should be happy because of thinking on these questions. It does not really matter what would be the answer.
You should be happy because of thinking on these questions. It does not really matter what would be the answer.
You should be happy because of thinking on these questions. It does not really matter what would be the answer.
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