Truly, why is it soo freakin difficult to feel true feelings? Almost benign, intently cold and in a way, ornately broken. Why are women so difficult to understand, why are women so hard.
I can sit for hours listening to music allowing my mind to fly and simply float off into an odd abyss, unbroken and enwreathed, my inner minds-thoughts float out of me and into the dialog bubble above my head- I sigh unwilling to accept the moments in a day and more so, to hear out any words of positivity and happiness and why? Almost insane, I walk to a non-existent percussion that beats in my body and takes life as it is dealt to me- pissed, enraged, tortured, scarred and indeed ravaged, I scream at my heart to turn cold and thus be impenetrable- yet fighting an unending story- it refuses to save feeling in exchange for face. Although it fights to be aesthetically and emotionally pleasing (almost oxymoronic) it instead trades its own sanity for the sake of another...such shit
