life is awesome, and there are stranger things.: Her sculpture

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Her sculpture

A sculpture just like the one in the mirror. It is cold. It is silent. It was never anything else, nor had she ever so slightly struck a curiosity. Time was present with experience with one eye clenched opposite a fist. One day. One day. The highway will one day go forward forever toward her destiny. With fire exploding. With desire burning. Facades reality.

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Feeling's

Today is different than yesterday, not only because it IS a whole different day, and new thing's are about to happen, but I never know who I am going to wake up to be in the morning. Who am I? Who am I today? Feeling's are strong, feeling's are weak, feeling's will be rough, or nothing at that, feeling's are enough for me, put it like that. That's how it goes, I never know, what a feeling will put me through, for they are all strong, even the weak one's. I am out in the open with a gouged open throat pouring. All the time. Numb, after the stinging. Stung from the beginning. I wake up with all these feeling's. Of confusion, something from somewhere has happen. What's wrong with me, why do I feel this way? I didn't do anything. Nothing has even happen. Who am I? Why do I feel this way?