2008-11-09
crestfallen
I can almost feel the decay.
It’s like shriveling. The edges are frayed and curling over onto themselves, and the moisture is rapidly, steadily, drying out. I vaguely sense it inside right now, getting tinier as it gets more arid, leaving a shrinking feeling that enhances the void between the core and the outside.
Now is, as always, a time for hope, for faith, for belief in the good. And it shouldn’t be too hard to feel those things, not if I allow it for myself. It shouldn’t even require effort. But I feel myself trying, and I feel the strain. I’m slightly afraid of what could happen if I stop trying, just worried about what that might feel like.
Things will, as always, be alright. I do this to myself. I’ll be fine. Inconsequentially, mostly, pretty much, might as well be, fine. Listen to good music, keep your chin up, and don’t yearn for anything ridiculous. Life is beautiful, without even having to try.
leesah-likes at 9:52 p.m.