Monday 14 February 2011

A Void

It was awfully dull, though overcast. I had yet again been encountered by a strange cycle of emotional harassment. I managed to stay indifferent; unaware that my subconscious was writhing in pain.

Remind me again why it echoes?

Honestly, I don’t ever want to go through what those people have gone through.
Honestly, I don’t ever want to get into a situation where I am forced to go through what those people have gone through.
Honestly, I don’t think I could ever initiate.
Because honestly, I won’t ever let it fall into the void.
Because honestly, my deepest wish is for it to be infinite.
Because honestly, I have never been this sure of anything else before.

Nobody likes to have their arses bullwhipped and I honestly don’t like to use one. No, I don’t. Don’t force me.

So here, again, I am trying to avoid a void amidst my subconscious. Pull me out of this quicksand.

"I hover somewhere in between, I swear. I can't make up my mind." - Incubus, Quicksand