2010-02-07
praxis
these things, there's so escaping them.
the need to be needed, the want to be wanted, these reflexive emotions, seeping in. the circles under my eyes. fingers taught, anxious, waiting for text box to appear. electricity will jolt through my fingertips, and i'll type it out, catharsis, maybe exorcism. but then it comes, and i don't. i'm in a standstill, a fake void.
writing things down, it gives them such substance. my thoughts and words are fleeting, but then i press them down here, as if they mean something.
they don't.
these feelings, we'll never escape them.
i'm fine, really.
leesah-likes at 10:56 p.m.