testimonial of a wallflower
June 27th, 2007
I constantly find myself talking to walls. Walls that appear to be breathing but don’t have a red light indicator to assure me I am getting across. Maybe a sudden nudge or even lame pyrotechnics would do. Maybe a simple beep that this electricity surging on every fall of syllables is not lost through your hardened surface. It seems that I am just another static, a muffling sound of authority that was never meant to be taken seriously.
Now I wear this smile like a strait jacket. Now I wear this life like a shotgun to my paper heart.
Everything today feels like a funeral march.
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mahirap kasi intindihin ang abstraction.
tama ka jan Weng.
can i ‘third’ to that?