October 10th, 2009 (12:04 am)
What I Feel Like: thoughtful
I’m falling in the dismal light of the sun, just falling and not sure if landing is even possible. What I fell from I have no idea, but I just keep on falling… falling. Falling through different spectrums of light and color, there is no sound. I don’t even hear myself breathing, perhaps I am dead. Or maybe I have finally become that nothingness that I fear, the only thing I fear is being nothing… nothing at all.
The air ripples like the surface of the pond as a pebble slips beneath it; there is comfort in this endless chain. I reach forth to grab onto something, anything to stop my descent… but nothing is there. I am alone and yet I’m not.
I don’t want to hear the silence. I part my lips to scream and music flows when there should be terror instead. My darkness is my light and my depth is shallow. I am everything, but oh so humble am I, a selfless creature wanting only to rule the world.
I am complicated, yet simple only to others who cannot see inside. I am layered, I am bare and bleeding before only you but you are blind, you never see. Ah, but the fool is me… for where I lead none will follow and I blame them not.
When does it end, this thoughtless ramble? When will I finally bloom and my moment dawn? Will it be now? Or will it be then? Will there ever truly be a then? For there is never a tomorrow, only yesterday.
I go on and on never ceasing, I am fallen.
Am I even real? Perhaps it’s just an illusion, a play without a script. But there can never be a dream without a dreamer.
Reach for me and do not fear, for I am no angel I’m just a little insane and on a journey, care to come and walk with me?