(010) the next 8 seconds

caught between reality and imagination, i retreat to my pencil and paper. they try to distract me, but they do not succeed. in time, this too will pass although he struggles in a sense of urgency - realizing words have started to lose their meanings. but then again, everyone is stuck in their own heads. i am not alone when i realize that indeed i am. they hunt me down as they use their eyes to burn holes so deep that they can't be mended. irrational thinking is at the forefront. i try to keep focused, but it's hard. life is magnificent...even at its lowest of lows. let's pretend like a connection exists between our souls for it might be all we have left. the next 8 seconds will not even pass by.

(09) as the silence interrupts the noise

all those memories are folded shirts that are all too vivid in my mind.

but now it's too easy to see that i have nothing, and the words that i speak will have no meaning. and this is how it will be.

i wake up to see it's 7:30. i'd rather still be asleep, but what's the difference when my mind keeps shifting through unconscious states of apathy? i've lost all feeling, and it's not coming back.

the silence interrupts the noise which comes from the fan as it hums on its lowest setting. it sounds so pretty too - the way it whispers across the floor. i would get up, but i'd rather stay around its hidden beauty. we can see it, but no one else around even senses it. we can feel it, but no one else around seems to care. soon, it will be time to go.

(08) helpless / distant

her memories would haunt her. nothing seemed to make a difference until he was there. it was something she longed after, but things didn't work out. she learned and grew from it. now, the sunlight has started filling up her veins, and she keeps patient. she smile, and i burn. she talks, and i get nervous. she is an angel to the earth, but she doesn't know it. she is scared of who he is and hates to think about it. he is helpless and distant. it is as it was - broken.