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Nov. 10th, 2008 07:02 pmInhale.
Exhale.
Relaxation.
To live a laid back lifestyle, lying or sitting on the bed, couch, chair...dreaming. Imagining what could have been, and what could become...where you would be, where you would have been if not for such and such circumstances. The emotions echo inside your head as you stare at the dirty windows or the stained ceiling just to sigh or breathe in...for tomorrow is another day.
All these other people entangled in their own personal lives, screaming out and reaching out for help, crumbling in their mounds of stress, and just watching as the sky disappears from their sight...to fall, to lay defeated.
It is through that thought where you think, where you wonder if such is normal for the average person your age...and your gender?
It is not like you haven't experienced such...you just...never thought of expressing it like so. You speak to yourself, to your mind, wondering, imagining, thinking, dreaming...you don't crumble...you just stay static. You cling onto the walls, onto the high cliffs where the peak is your goal. Others are falling deeper and deeper into the valley, as rocks follow, tumbling down to add insult to injury. You have seen yourself like that before, but you do not remember exactly...or why, or even how that had become yourself. You climb ever so slowly to the top, to see the skies filled with clouds and the brightness of the sun illuminating every piece of land.
Difficulty is there to stop you. You cannot help the others, rarely is a hand connected to another, rarely is there helping and the scene looks grim. You gulp and fend for yourself, searching higher to see what matters, what is the point. What is actually there at the peak.
You look up once again to dream...you look down once again at the falling unfortunates...and you look at yourself. There is no scar of the past, there is nothing, maybe a few scrapes...no rocks have actually hit you hard as you climb...but you know that someday one will...when that will happen you would never know until it came. Until you too are thrown off the cliff down back to the darkness that you once were before you opened your eyes to the world.
So you dream...
You wonder...
You grip tighter as you launch yourself higher, determined, reeling in the gravity that supresses you downwards, and you growl. You have not been hit...have you? The chances of being hit are the same for every person climbing this particular cliff...
Perhaps you just think ahead...maybe you just continue on...you do not think of that. You don't think about falling, just continuing upwards...you never do, even as you are falling. Maybe that's why you lack scars...maybe that's why you're still climbing on the cliff.
There are no ropes to guide you, no hands to pull you up as you may expect...but at least you head up further because whatever it is that is on the peak...it just seems worth it.
Exhale.
Relaxation.
To live a laid back lifestyle, lying or sitting on the bed, couch, chair...dreaming. Imagining what could have been, and what could become...where you would be, where you would have been if not for such and such circumstances. The emotions echo inside your head as you stare at the dirty windows or the stained ceiling just to sigh or breathe in...for tomorrow is another day.
All these other people entangled in their own personal lives, screaming out and reaching out for help, crumbling in their mounds of stress, and just watching as the sky disappears from their sight...to fall, to lay defeated.
It is through that thought where you think, where you wonder if such is normal for the average person your age...and your gender?
It is not like you haven't experienced such...you just...never thought of expressing it like so. You speak to yourself, to your mind, wondering, imagining, thinking, dreaming...you don't crumble...you just stay static. You cling onto the walls, onto the high cliffs where the peak is your goal. Others are falling deeper and deeper into the valley, as rocks follow, tumbling down to add insult to injury. You have seen yourself like that before, but you do not remember exactly...or why, or even how that had become yourself. You climb ever so slowly to the top, to see the skies filled with clouds and the brightness of the sun illuminating every piece of land.
Difficulty is there to stop you. You cannot help the others, rarely is a hand connected to another, rarely is there helping and the scene looks grim. You gulp and fend for yourself, searching higher to see what matters, what is the point. What is actually there at the peak.
You look up once again to dream...you look down once again at the falling unfortunates...and you look at yourself. There is no scar of the past, there is nothing, maybe a few scrapes...no rocks have actually hit you hard as you climb...but you know that someday one will...when that will happen you would never know until it came. Until you too are thrown off the cliff down back to the darkness that you once were before you opened your eyes to the world.
So you dream...
You wonder...
You grip tighter as you launch yourself higher, determined, reeling in the gravity that supresses you downwards, and you growl. You have not been hit...have you? The chances of being hit are the same for every person climbing this particular cliff...
Perhaps you just think ahead...maybe you just continue on...you do not think of that. You don't think about falling, just continuing upwards...you never do, even as you are falling. Maybe that's why you lack scars...maybe that's why you're still climbing on the cliff.
There are no ropes to guide you, no hands to pull you up as you may expect...but at least you head up further because whatever it is that is on the peak...it just seems worth it.