Out Of The World

Nothing. Nothing.

No strings of attachment. Facts based on lies. Emotions based on fantasy.
The mind's a playground. The heart's aching for love.
Yet they go on.

I need to stop. Continuing means engaging in a form of suicide.
I need to stop. Cure myself from this addiction.
Addiction to a stranger, a faceless soul, an unknown person.

Who is that? Who? Is that?
Trust, never crossed our minds. Loosely based on words.
Alphabets, words, sentences. Each bearing an opposite meaning.

Why can't I distance myself? Am i under control?
No weapons, no real feelings...
Nothing that really binds.

Routine,it has become. Accustomed. That's power.
I am Me. Reminders....Reminders...
I need to let go.
Feel happiness in sadness, relief in pain.
To succeed, I must fail.

fuglygirlonthebench fuglygirlonthebench
22-25, F
2 Responses May 20, 2012

beautiful. An ode to Life itself.

Thank you :)

Sadness has a life of its own, couple it with joy, a sort of resigned sigh of thanks and ... see what happens. It never makes sense, but, the sigh comes from a previous inhale, and the joy is in the very breath itself.