My emotions are in overdrive. I don't know what to feel, and what to think. Actually, I know what to feel, because that's how I feel. And I know what to think - hopelessness. There's no manner to convey it, though. With so much left unsaid, and that will continue to be unsaid, I shall sit here, in this ridiculous statis of melancholy and elation, hoping that time doesn't betray me... my ability to convey myself is pitiful; if only given the right circumstances, or the capability, I would say so much more, for so many things mean the world to me, and I am unable to articulate any of it past trite words when I need to, or when I want to. If I could only scream what I write so that certain people would know how I truly felt... well, if that were the case, 90% of them would be frightened, but I don't care.
Really, I just want to run about right now telling everyone I see how I feel, and how joyous and sad my existence has been in the past two days; their reactions would be irrelevant - some may laugh, some may chalk it up to another sap hopelessly lost within the world, some would be envious... perhaps some would be as ecstatic as I am.
All I know is this:
moments
such as that
are existence.
Really, I just want to run about right now telling everyone I see how I feel, and how joyous and sad my existence has been in the past two days; their reactions would be irrelevant - some may laugh, some may chalk it up to another sap hopelessly lost within the world, some would be envious... perhaps some would be as ecstatic as I am.
All I know is this:
moments
such as that
are existence.
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Shit, just last month I got rid of the internet service on my phone and opted for text messaging instead, and I still think it's going to end up more expensive.
[Edited on Mar 30, 2004 3:11PM]