When the Shoe Fits, and You Agonise Over It
As dictated by Faranza Syns
Obsession: gone.
I... surprisingly do not feel emotional. Just a tad bit... wistful, that things did not turn out as how I've planned. It's a scary feeling. Being so high at one moment. Then there, just around the bend is the sharp drop that makes you catch your breath against the pain.
No one would understand. Different circumstances. Different aches. Different pains.
There's no point in hoping. No point in expecting. No point in building castles, in the sky or on firm, solid ground, because they'll crumble. No matter where they're built.
Not about to lament. Not about to bemoan my life. Just wondering, when the lucky break will knock on my door, smiling, saying it's all going to be fine from then on.
A bit cold. A little lost. Can't find the words. Want to continue. Pointless.
Dry, plain dry. Thinking things to death. Staring at walls, face within hands.
Suffocated. Imprisoned. Can't breathe. A little cold. A bitter numbness.
The puzzle won't be solved this way. Just sitting here all day. Wondering.
God,I wish I hadn't wasted too much time on things that just weren't worth it. Things that you're never sure you'll get.
Pointless. Pointless. Pointless.
And here come the tears.
And again, and again.
Let there be tears.
The chance is gone, you stupid ho.
I... surprisingly do not feel emotional. Just a tad bit... wistful, that things did not turn out as how I've planned. It's a scary feeling. Being so high at one moment. Then there, just around the bend is the sharp drop that makes you catch your breath against the pain.
No one would understand. Different circumstances. Different aches. Different pains.
There's no point in hoping. No point in expecting. No point in building castles, in the sky or on firm, solid ground, because they'll crumble. No matter where they're built.
Not about to lament. Not about to bemoan my life. Just wondering, when the lucky break will knock on my door, smiling, saying it's all going to be fine from then on.
A bit cold. A little lost. Can't find the words. Want to continue. Pointless.
Dry, plain dry. Thinking things to death. Staring at walls, face within hands.
Suffocated. Imprisoned. Can't breathe. A little cold. A bitter numbness.
The puzzle won't be solved this way. Just sitting here all day. Wondering.
God,I wish I hadn't wasted too much time on things that just weren't worth it. Things that you're never sure you'll get.
Pointless. Pointless. Pointless.
And here come the tears.
And again, and again.
Let there be tears.
The chance is gone, you stupid ho.
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