The world is full of people. People everywhere you turn, some shy, some loud, some lost. People. The sun engulfs us all and we are part of this huge universe. All running frantic trying to make sense of it.
"It's the time we waste swallowed into space. It's the time it takes to blow away." (1)
How did we get so lost into all this nothingness? Thousands of people around and still that loneliness eats away at our inner seams as moths do at wool sweaters left in closets for too long a time.
My heart feels as if it's splintering, all the time. Like pieces of it are breaking off and wood splinter are puncturing it at the same time. It's so hard to move. My head on the other hand is like a battlefield. An attacker with it's own guns, and canons, and ammunition, and I'm defenseless against it. Like a small poor country against America, folding upon itself from all the pain and suffering. So here I am, just another pretty girl with a broken facade, striding down the street, and no one sees it.
"So come into my enclosure and meet my melancholy blues." (2)
Why is it the hardest thing to admit that we're broken? Why doesn't anyone want to ever talk about it? A crowded subway ride, a coffee, 8 hours, and another meal. Life spins in circles over and over and over like a bad carousel ride, and we're all too scared to get off.
Well I want to scream it till someone hears it...until enough people understand and make it stop.
