Wednesday, November 01, 2006
I'm beginning to suspect insomnia, for no good reason. As much as my consciousness begs to be put to no use, the flesh dictates sensation with bat in hand.
Beyond decent hours, I put thoughts of secrets away (for my sanity's sake!!)..but tidying things up implies keeping them, albeit in someplace less accessable for the time being.
Enter: people I don't know, who seem to mistake the 31st of October for Valentine's; people I do, who feign mystery as I play dumb; and secrets I've taken in or made myself, piling up in place of Maths and Biology, all threatening to ease up that scale towards insanity.
Miles short of decent hours, I awoke to another sting (I'm telling you, I don't understand how this flesh continues to refuse rest) 'til I realized I had paid my dues and numbed like no other in this given situation. And that sad attempt seemed to fade, with no mark, much like the others. Because it takes something of much greater substance to leave a mark, comparable to how diamonds cut through glass without so much as a scratch!
At that, I would like to point out my lack of scars *clap clap* and I would, as well, much like to think that it is a knack for healing that keeps this masochistic being, breathing..and that makes that half-pound of difference.
Beyond decent hours, I put thoughts of secrets away (for my sanity's sake!!)..but tidying things up implies keeping them, albeit in someplace less accessable for the time being.
Enter: people I don't know, who seem to mistake the 31st of October for Valentine's; people I do, who feign mystery as I play dumb; and secrets I've taken in or made myself, piling up in place of Maths and Biology, all threatening to ease up that scale towards insanity.
Miles short of decent hours, I awoke to another sting (I'm telling you, I don't understand how this flesh continues to refuse rest) 'til I realized I had paid my dues and numbed like no other in this given situation. And that sad attempt seemed to fade, with no mark, much like the others. Because it takes something of much greater substance to leave a mark, comparable to how diamonds cut through glass without so much as a scratch!
At that, I would like to point out my lack of scars *clap clap* and I would, as well, much like to think that it is a knack for healing that keeps this masochistic being, breathing..and that makes that half-pound of difference.
