Every day.
I walk with measured steps. Measuring and counting and
timing my steps. To make sure I don’t walk too far away, to ensure that I walk
just enough, just enough to make sure that I seem to be moving, but then not
too far away to seem to have left. I walk the same road every day; stop at the
same places, the places where it will be difficult to go unnoticed. Every day I
seem to be just the same amount of desperate, the same amount of moronic and
the same amount of incorrigible. But I make sure I am different enough to not
look too repetitive. I reiterate
feelings; I reboot life after each night’s denial. Every day, I walk taking
measured steps. Every day.
Every day, unnoticed, unwanted. Everyday unnerving, morose.
Every day.
Every night is the same night, everyday there is a new
morning.
Every day.
everyday i make a choice, just enough to make me feel alive. everyday i regret my choice, just enough to not let me die.
ReplyDeletefirst time at ur blog...and looks like i m here to stay :)
I have read you, I thought you stopped writing.
ReplyDeleteyou gave my post a last line. glad.
how would it be if the fishes in the aquarium write 'dear diary,..."
ReplyDeletetrue! true!
I like the creativity here..
aren't you the creative one here, you just gave it a totally new perspective.
ReplyDeleteif only he walked the same road, u could have stolen a peek.
ReplyDeletehe does, and I only steal peeks. lifeisabitch.
ReplyDeleteaye. till you keep stealing peek-a-boos, u will never ever want to move on to anything or anyone else.
ReplyDeletebut without those peeks, you would rather not move on. its pitiable. what emotion makes of a person.