When there’re so many voices in my head but no one’s
listening because it’s raining like the tears coming down my face. I scream at
the roof of my car because it’s the only thing that will take what I have to
say without getting hurt or trying to fix
it. Don’t fix it because I’m not broken, just need a moment to let it out.
Get me out of the whirlpool of emotion. It’s a black hold, a thing that’s
gravity to too big to even fathom and in the end it doesn’t matter because it’s
not about me anyhow. There’s no sense in crying dear, because it’s just makes
your makeup smeary and your eyes puffy. Nothing ever leaked from laughing so
laugh away at the hilarity of all that is real and not real. It’s not over ‘til
it’s over and even then it’s not really over because nothing ever dies and if
nothing ever dies did it ever begin? Has your life yet begun?
1 comment:
"Don’t fix it because I’m not broken, just need a moment to let it out. Get me out of the whirlpool of emotion." YES!! I was just feeling that not too long ago...thanks for putting that into words!
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