Thursday, July 9, 2009

Reality.

Grey became the colour of my sight and i took my heart off my sleeve and pushed it deep down into my chest. I realised it can only be hidden for so long before it is undeniably, secretly (let itself out) exposed again.
Thought is the antithesis of emotion i think, think about irrationality of emotion all you want but there is no denying of them, at all.
There is no deprivation just a feeling that stares so piercingly blunt into your heart. Eventually everything becomes clear but the process cannot be skipped, you cannot cheat.
Can you ever escape damnation and hell – the inevitable emptiness that accompanies the promise you make to yourself?

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