i am at the point of not caring. sort of like the feeling that engulfs me when i'm on an airplane; surrounded by strangers and their muffled silence, watching shadows walk past by back and forth, ruffles of blankets, newspapers, magazines, coughs and sighs. and when the plane starts shaking, my chair shuddering against my body, straining the seat belt, i don't care anymore. if the plane goes down and i had died right then, there, in the few seconds that takes for the plane to plunge into the depths of the sea, or even crash into the ground with furious fire and explosion, i wouldn't have cared. i had nothing to lose.
the Nothing is what eats away my mind when i breathe and think. then it tells me i didn't care. no care, no share, no fair.
no spare. don't care, because in the end they leave me 'lone to my own despair.
too scared.
No comments:
Post a Comment