Perhaps still water only hides a tumultuous feeling underneath
or perhaps still water does run deep, because the hurts have drilled so deeply, water is trying to fill the new space.
Tonight, I feel everything and nothing at once. Red hot anger and numbness. Hostility and compassion. I'm hurt, but I can't put my hurt into words.
Maybe I shouldn't have watched Breakfast at Tiffany's, I'm being so Capote. I feel like hiding out in a small, dark, overtly decorated apartment bedroom writing sensitive, deeply-felt prose with a typewriter, cold coffee, and a full ashtray . . . I don't even smoke. Ha.
Anyone who claims love is easy is full of shit. That's a fact.
. . . is anybody there? I feel like I'm talking into a void.
im here...always! And iv never been in love but it doesnt sound easy by any means! Haha this sounds very deeply profound and artistic.
ReplyDeleteDahling, Fred. May I call you Fred?
ReplyDeleteI just read this, but I assure you that you are NOT talking to a void.
Love fucking sucks. It's true. Perhaps we should discuss over some kind of wonderful sister-date sans the lovey dovey complications?
Please, I could really use a sister-date sans lovey-dovey complications (I just read THIS :P) But I realize what a busy time of semester it is. Text me and we can arrange if you're available.
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