Lost at Space
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Feb 27, 2003
- Messages
- 2
sometimes you just need silence ya know;
a way to just yell STOP and have everything freeze
a second that will let you catch your breath;
an escape from pressure pushing on you
the weight of the world resting on you, pushing you, pulling you down in a mire of drama and a veritable sea of drama.
do this and this person is hurt, do that and this other person is hurt.
do either and you suffer, a classic case of fucked goin and comming and not a handshake or a drink before hand
I mean what the fuck ... how do you deal with all this bullshit
silence... sweet vaccum like silence, better than white noise... better than a black out, less jail time than going nuts and doing what your head tells you
and that sweet silence can't endure, one second you're floating in that nice numb sea of contentment where things become clear.
that silence is the same as everything else... deceptive
yeah you get to think...
and thinking leads to more pressure
which leads to stress,
which leads to more drama
which causes more conflict
which gives more stress
which leads to hostility
which makes you want to scream yet again
which pushes you to the very limits of all things sane and logical
Till finally you get to the point where your mind is racing so fast your head is spinning so hard, your heart is being pulled apart by the speed at which everything tears everything else apart and is ripped to tattered shreds
I wish i could make it stop i wish i could hide in the silence i wish i could think and not have the urge to just scream and scream till my throat is raw and my voice nonexistant...
but as they say wish in one hand...
fuck my life hurts.
a way to just yell STOP and have everything freeze
a second that will let you catch your breath;
an escape from pressure pushing on you
the weight of the world resting on you, pushing you, pulling you down in a mire of drama and a veritable sea of drama.
do this and this person is hurt, do that and this other person is hurt.
do either and you suffer, a classic case of fucked goin and comming and not a handshake or a drink before hand
I mean what the fuck ... how do you deal with all this bullshit
silence... sweet vaccum like silence, better than white noise... better than a black out, less jail time than going nuts and doing what your head tells you
and that sweet silence can't endure, one second you're floating in that nice numb sea of contentment where things become clear.
that silence is the same as everything else... deceptive
yeah you get to think...
and thinking leads to more pressure
which leads to stress,
which leads to more drama
which causes more conflict
which gives more stress
which leads to hostility
which makes you want to scream yet again
which pushes you to the very limits of all things sane and logical
Till finally you get to the point where your mind is racing so fast your head is spinning so hard, your heart is being pulled apart by the speed at which everything tears everything else apart and is ripped to tattered shreds
I wish i could make it stop i wish i could hide in the silence i wish i could think and not have the urge to just scream and scream till my throat is raw and my voice nonexistant...
but as they say wish in one hand...
fuck my life hurts.
