Friday, September 11, 2009

Unthinkable (Rewritten)

When something happens and the only person you want to talk to is the only person who is able to make you feel like this, what do you do? Do you bury yourself in a fantasy world, when your dream of reality becomes unfurled? Do you bury yourself in your work, when your hope for the future is nothing but fictional artwork? Is it stupid that I fight sleep so that nightmares won't get me in two places? Is it stupid that I'm so afraid of human interaction when I'm not surrounded by familiar faces? I found love once, I even found it twice. I'm consumed with the notion that it has to be someone else who saves my life. Everyday I wake up looking for life's lessons and everynight I go to sleep with more questions. I'm stubbornly bound to not so perfect convictions. It's my very nature that won't let me escape these afflictions. I've been broken. I'm emotionally inert. The only thing left to do is bury me in the dirt.