Because you lost confidence. Everything new seems dangerous …
and you sit still trusting that your life is miserable, but no more than that.
And your heart beats, loudly, strongly.
You don’t know if he feels or likes thrills. He just moves.
You don’t know what the hell will happen next.
You just, don’t know anything.
Not sitting still, not moving now.
Anxiety is taking over you.
Holds grip of you, and it feels difficult to know what to trust.
What is good for you.
What won’t kill you.
What will kill you in a painless quick way.
What else is there in the world.
And I made up a bunch of words I wrote for you, and I don’t know if you were laughing at me.
I have that habit, sounding like a geek. Well, i’m one, a fragile one. Feelings of different times I gone through parade around my mind. I can’t remember the good memories, why? Don’t know. A refugee. An exiled man, one asylum. I’m off to bed,
and this damn heart keeps pumping loudly. Shut him up.
Let me sleep.
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on Tuesday, January 4th, 2005 at 1:06 pm
