Broken nothing in the world of everything, a nobody amongst a crowd of somebodies, feelings like a broken record player, heart like shards, brain like an addicted and infected loner, soul of detachment, he had closed hands and felt only the unexplainable which gently caressed the outer layers of his brain, playing with his feelings, gently carousing him into numbness.
A burning, a stomping of the heart and a warming of the grey eyes that never stare, watery pupils and fair skin, he was not sure of anything, of himself, of true happiness, of truth. There was only the basics of life, and the basics were easy to control, easy to master - money was easy to keep and easy to gain, education was but an automatic path towards what most people would call success. But love was nowhere in a life of friendship, companionship, regret, dreams and ambitions.
Not to look, not to wait, and you shall find. Words of empty platitudes spoken by the dying grey monster that always grows - the people who are all the same, yet who are all equal, all unoriginally special and unique. Like him. He was fitting in as well as anyone could - he was invisible, the way he wanted it.
Where are you?
Do you care?
Do you see me?
Have I missed you?
Do you miss me?
There is no more "I love you." Only "What's up" and "take care."
The end is stranger than you think. The bride was never there, the groom was an illusion and the marriage was a failure.
Forgive
Forget
Move on.
Be alone.
A burning, a stomping of the heart and a warming of the grey eyes that never stare, watery pupils and fair skin, he was not sure of anything, of himself, of true happiness, of truth. There was only the basics of life, and the basics were easy to control, easy to master - money was easy to keep and easy to gain, education was but an automatic path towards what most people would call success. But love was nowhere in a life of friendship, companionship, regret, dreams and ambitions.
Not to look, not to wait, and you shall find. Words of empty platitudes spoken by the dying grey monster that always grows - the people who are all the same, yet who are all equal, all unoriginally special and unique. Like him. He was fitting in as well as anyone could - he was invisible, the way he wanted it.
Where are you?
Do you care?
Do you see me?
Have I missed you?
Do you miss me?
There is no more "I love you." Only "What's up" and "take care."
The end is stranger than you think. The bride was never there, the groom was an illusion and the marriage was a failure.
Forgive
Forget
Move on.
Be alone.
