Maybe i talk a little less,
smile a little less.
So every now and then,
someone will come up and ask.
"You ok?"
It's strange.
The courage to say "no" never gets any closer,
than a mere flash of thought.
You're about to purge.
You can almost taste the vile bitterness.
But then you swallow it like a leaded plate.
You fake a smile.
The best you've got.
And say, just like you have a million times before.
Too familiar.
"Yeah i am."

Damn.

Sometimes you get that awful feeling.
But you stop the tear before it reaches the eye.
You occupy yourself with the world's mundane.
Because it is easier than doing anything else.
You live in a lie because you told it so well.
And there really isn't a need not to lie anymore.

"i know there’s little use in crying
it’s more wide awake and dying then i’m used to "

Nothing ever leaves us.
A faded picture a minute,
Clear as glass the next.
We never forget.
We simply can't remember.
Isn't it ironic?
That the memory is such a volatile permanance.

"I was alive from the first now i’m denied by the ghost of you"

They say "Silence is Golden"
But why doesn't it feel good?
When she smiles i'm smiling too.
So why doesn't it feel right?

"you take yourself a photograph and laugh at me please"

Kim's right.
Blogs cannot grant you the release you need because what you want to pen is often not what you should pen or would pen.
Too much to lose.
Too many at stake.
The greatest victim.
YOU.
Misreadings, misunderstandings, miscommunication, misinterpretation.
How many mis-ses do you need to right a wrong?

Fire.
An element unbound.
A fury contained.
Ever hear of a backdraft?

Don't try holding fire in. You can only last that long.

Song of the Day: "Ghost" by Howie Day
World Cup Predictions:
Brazil 3 Australia 2 (wahaha!)
France 1 South Korea 1 (viva le Asia)

she spoke at
11:06 PM