Cosmic Mist
Bluelighter
Sometimes i just need to cry a little bit. It doesn't mean that anything is wrong, it just means that i'm not as with it as i used to be. It's hard to keep that smile on your face all the time, and when the universe throws another obstacle in your way, sometimes the ramifications can be staggering.
Sometimes i need to cry a bit, but it doesn't mean that i'm unhappy. It's good to air one's frustrations from time to time, and what better way to do it than to shed a few lonely tears? It's an interesting conundrum really, because throughout everything that happens, people wonder why you're crying and automatically assume that something is wrong. They pester you and try to get inside your mind, hoping to fix your petty discomforts - they claim they hold the key - "it's good for what ails yer..."
Well, sometimes i just want to cry for a bit because it makes me feel better. It makes me feel as though there is some justice in the world. As though, by shedding these soft, salty excrements, this terrible feeling of inexactitude will dissipate and i will feel more human again.
Sometimes my tears overcome me, the world blurs, and all is silent - all is still. I can feel the pulsing of my heart beat and the tearing of my lungs. I can feel the terrible rhythm of a thousand heart-breaks resurfacing incessantly, causing me to lose touch with all around me - forcing me to lose control.
Sometimes, in my screaming blinded rage, i forget what it is that i am screaming about, and the cathartic nature of my forced lung movement overcomes me in a primitive mindless way. Some say that it is silly to cry over spilt milk, but no one will dare to argue with someone screaming maniacally over what appears to be nothing at all. Their offerings are only good for what ails yer as long as you are willing to accept their advice in a calm and rational way. It is clear, even to the most bumbling of demented children, that , in this state, rationality is a concept far removed from the situation...
Sometimes...
Well, sometimes i just need to cry. SOmetimes i just need to be away from the world and the trouble it causes me. SOmetimes i just need to be alone. someitmes it's not that you have done something wrong, or that i'm going to cut myself, or run away (tempting as it may be). Sometimes i am just sad, and this sadness needs to be expelled in order to maintain the smile that you so desperately seek from me.
This is not a cry for help, it is a cry of maintenance, without which i will surely lose control and rampage the slovenly streets of this most idealistic suburban sprawl. Don't pity me. Pity yourselves. I'm doing this because i know it's good for what ails me, and at the end i will once again the person you have come to adore. The person who sometimes needs to lose touch in order to maintain control...
...and besides...
...sometimes it just feels good to cry...
Sometimes i need to cry a bit, but it doesn't mean that i'm unhappy. It's good to air one's frustrations from time to time, and what better way to do it than to shed a few lonely tears? It's an interesting conundrum really, because throughout everything that happens, people wonder why you're crying and automatically assume that something is wrong. They pester you and try to get inside your mind, hoping to fix your petty discomforts - they claim they hold the key - "it's good for what ails yer..."
Well, sometimes i just want to cry for a bit because it makes me feel better. It makes me feel as though there is some justice in the world. As though, by shedding these soft, salty excrements, this terrible feeling of inexactitude will dissipate and i will feel more human again.
Sometimes my tears overcome me, the world blurs, and all is silent - all is still. I can feel the pulsing of my heart beat and the tearing of my lungs. I can feel the terrible rhythm of a thousand heart-breaks resurfacing incessantly, causing me to lose touch with all around me - forcing me to lose control.
Sometimes, in my screaming blinded rage, i forget what it is that i am screaming about, and the cathartic nature of my forced lung movement overcomes me in a primitive mindless way. Some say that it is silly to cry over spilt milk, but no one will dare to argue with someone screaming maniacally over what appears to be nothing at all. Their offerings are only good for what ails yer as long as you are willing to accept their advice in a calm and rational way. It is clear, even to the most bumbling of demented children, that , in this state, rationality is a concept far removed from the situation...
Sometimes...
Well, sometimes i just need to cry. SOmetimes i just need to be away from the world and the trouble it causes me. SOmetimes i just need to be alone. someitmes it's not that you have done something wrong, or that i'm going to cut myself, or run away (tempting as it may be). Sometimes i am just sad, and this sadness needs to be expelled in order to maintain the smile that you so desperately seek from me.
This is not a cry for help, it is a cry of maintenance, without which i will surely lose control and rampage the slovenly streets of this most idealistic suburban sprawl. Don't pity me. Pity yourselves. I'm doing this because i know it's good for what ails me, and at the end i will once again the person you have come to adore. The person who sometimes needs to lose touch in order to maintain control...
...and besides...
...sometimes it just feels good to cry...
