Underground_Network
January 26th, 2010, 03:44 PM
I want to write but I can't. I want to say something that will just define everything that I'm feeling right now, but I can't. So I'll just type this and add to the abyss of the internet another meaningless statement that clarifies nothing, signifies nothing, and ultimately conveys to the world nothing at all.
Like static on the radio, I will shiver down your spine and leave you wondering, WHY? But I won't give you an answer. I'll beat around the bush, I'll avoid the truth, because the truth always leaves a horrible aftertaste, and oftentimes, the truth really fucking hurts.
So I think I'll just stick to not writing. I won't put ink to paper or hands to keyboard. I won't let meaningful words pop up onto the screen. I won't let you see what I'm thinking, because what I'm thinking doesn't need to be seen or even heard. It needs to be felt. And that will never happen. So the point of me typing anything at all, at anytime, is pointless.
No one will feel what I feel. They may admire what I write. They may admire the images I create in their minds. But they will never feel what I feel. They may feel a hint of this or a hint of that, but they will never feel the raw, brutal emotion that I feel. Their spine will tingle, mine will bend, crack and ultimately break. They will let one tear crawl down their cheek, I will let hundreds flow into a river. They will think they know what I feel, they may even know for a fact what I feel, but they will NEVER FEEL what I FEEL.
Like static on the radio, I will shiver down your spine and leave you wondering, WHY? But I won't give you an answer. I'll beat around the bush, I'll avoid the truth, because the truth always leaves a horrible aftertaste, and oftentimes, the truth really fucking hurts.
So I think I'll just stick to not writing. I won't put ink to paper or hands to keyboard. I won't let meaningful words pop up onto the screen. I won't let you see what I'm thinking, because what I'm thinking doesn't need to be seen or even heard. It needs to be felt. And that will never happen. So the point of me typing anything at all, at anytime, is pointless.
No one will feel what I feel. They may admire what I write. They may admire the images I create in their minds. But they will never feel what I feel. They may feel a hint of this or a hint of that, but they will never feel the raw, brutal emotion that I feel. Their spine will tingle, mine will bend, crack and ultimately break. They will let one tear crawl down their cheek, I will let hundreds flow into a river. They will think they know what I feel, they may even know for a fact what I feel, but they will NEVER FEEL what I FEEL.