Dream Life

                                     Silence is never nothingness.       It never was. It's full of confusing emotions,   Which remain unexpressed.   It's full of unspoken words,  which make our throat bleed Just like the sharp broken pieces           Of mirror.  It's full of unresolved mysteries,  Tangled like numerous threads.  It's full of an awkward madness,    Beyond all the limitations,     Weather known or unknown.    Being comfortable with silence        Is a rare art.     Those who experience   This uncomfortable comfort,      Fall in love with silence,      Where they experience     The unexpressed emotions,      Where they come across       The unspoken words,       ...

                                         I have been lonely for a while now. I used to say it's because I loved my solitude and independence. I'm Thirty-one now and I don't think loneliness is cutting it anymore. Curious cat. I wonder if I live like this because my days may be numbered? Or do I live this because I'm fucked up in the head? I'm better alone. I'm better alone. I'm better alone. I'm better alone. I'm better alone. BUT if you keep telling yourself you're bird, one day you'll think you can fly. Fighting the urge to disappear, fighting the emotions when I get involved with someone. Reminding myself it's okay to like someone, yet still screaming in my head " None of this means anything, they're just nice and even if they did, you don't deserve it!" Stop being happy. stop being happy. Stop being happy. Stop being happy. Stop being happy. Stop being happy. I become this dragon...