Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Read Online Letters To Penthouse

Dark Beloved solitude


Sometimes you step forward and, without ever knowing it, you feel you fall off a cliff deep, dark, dreary, dead-end. That's just what I feel today. At first everything was anguish, my heart throbbed and my pores exuded a cold sweat, now that I have been falling for several hours I used to empty. Beginning to wander, my mind then decides to join me in the fall. Life hurts me, hurts me, hurts me, I've lived a given within a reality that is beyond me, reality is not my site, I feel strange, do not belong to today, not to yesterday, not tomorrow, not belong to this world, have always been a passenger on a train aimless sick by the evils of a frivolous and selfish society. I look up expecting to see a hand that I hold, I look calm, a breath encourage me, but I'm falling, I'm down, I rush in absolute solitude and all I see, all I can see is dark ... I'm getting used to empty, I'm getting used to die, after all I'm dying from the day I was born ... do not give me courage, give me no comfort, no need your sorrow and your mercy, did not need your pity or your good intentions, just needed a place to dream and someone who wanted to share it with me, just needed a place, my place, my world that never was, never will ... I keep falling, not is how much longer, now just close my eyes and wait, wait for everything to end, my heart was not agitated, my mind is calmer, I have nothing else to do, I'm used to empty.

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