23 June 2012
Lacklustre days filled with erratic rain that stain my clothes.
What today and tomorrow holds, I already know.
I'm on a train to somewhere, for reasons unknown. On a crowded carriage I'm on my own.
I've had a bad day, but I can't sing a sad song to turn it around.
I'll ride out the evening and hide underground. With a cigarette lit, on bourbon I'll sip with an old book as my escape until I'm jolted awake.
And then comes the interrogation that fuels my agitation. Too many questions too many hopeless suggestions.
I don't want to talk. I want to walk, until I find a place I can no longer be followed. Where the ground will open and my soul it will swallow.
And then I'll disappear, no more hurt no more fear. But not today, today I'm stuck here.
And you all want conversation. I have nothing to say, my silence leads to frustration.
And frustration leads to fixation and creation of speculation.
Words are too meager to express what I feel. They are'nt tangible, they are'nt real.
I don't want a shoulder to cry on. I don't cry, I grunt and I sigh. And I even lose hope, but that's my method, that's how I cope.
Don't dwell over me, I'm not worth the stress. You think I can't fake a smile, but I'll do my best.
So grant me this wish, save the embrace.
Leave me be
Give me some space.
Space. • Opuss № I