danny

i turn, i see her. i turn back, in shame and sadness. it is almost a tick.

there’s something going on, and i even prefer not to even think what’s it all about. we talked about it, but it was a rather sincere talk, and now sincerity obstruct the way, the way that anyway does not exist.

however, it is too late. my mind is already bewitched, possessed. it wonders and wanders every nth minute, about her, about her. i lost to my mind, she has control, absolute control, and roams through every idea, every possibility, every instant. but it is not only my mind that has been conquered. it is also my speech, which has been down and out, lost in countless unsaid words every minute i just cannot talk to her. cause i just cannot talk to her anymore. don’t ask me why, it is so.

i start to know what being a puppet might taste like. the threads pull me forth and back, thrusting me into every imaginable situation of not being myself, and every embarrasment, every cowardness, every muteness.

i just can sit, sigh, and watch the decline, the pomp and the shame of me.

This entry was posted on Friday, January 25th, 2008 at 16:34:01 and is filed under thoughts.