Swhirlwind
A prose things expressing some emotions from some strange part of my conscious. maybe if i express it, it will go away and i can finally move on to the important part of what i want to say. maybe someone will read this and connect with it and that will make this worth it and gratifying and make me feel better. maybe.
God, it's annoying. Life is so boring, so that's why they are dramatic. People of all kinds. So distracting. I just wanna be in love with my sorrow. In love with you? That won't happen. I can't trust anyone. Don't be mad. The truth hurts and I'm in pain. I'm far from the truth, i know. Every word is a lie and lying is the least of my worries. Somehow I'm drunk on something I don't want to admit what. I ignore it and I forgot what it was. Drunk on love, they say. It can't be that easy. These things are never easy. But I know I'm not the only one. I know you hurt too. I wonder sometimes if we are connected somehow. Sharing more than the air we breathe. Are we aware of our connection? No that can't be. It's supernatural. Then again, life isn't normal is it? I think it's full of magic. And not the good kind. No it's not a fairy tale. It's not like it used to be. It's a swhirlwind and I love it. It terrifies me. To be so alone and yet... so close yet so far.
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