January 2, 2008

  • displaced.

    everything feels tired and used.. worn and torn. absorbed and disposed. everything.. my surroundings -- a pseudo. exquisite depictions spruced up to deceive me. but a far, far reach from reality. nothing's sincere. everything's nothing. here i am.. stuck. as though something's physically and mentally restraining me.. i am unable to move.. forward. chained to this constant pattern, this life. my life. silenced screams, muted cries. i am drowning in my own self-pity as i find no way to escape this torturous existence of mine. an enervated mind, a paralyzed soul. a collapsing heart. an obliterated identity. this is who i've become.. or.. this has been me.. from day one of my nonexistent existence..