I hate everything about you.
Everytime I turn to look at you I feel nothing but seething and cindering and exploding and imploding thoughts, trailing down my mind like daggers stuck in their sheaths wielded shut. Yes, I am powerless to resist what you may bring me, be it satisfaction or devastation. Even in that antediluvian locket lies a secret that is told, of hope, of dreams, of yearning, of desires. But I do not know what to make of it, for sure I have seen its power unvield, yet, I remain skeptical and cynical to what it can achieve if left alone on its own devices. These concerns, are, however, not without reason.
I still hate everything about you.
Because at the very same time I have bore witness to its fantastic failure, of despair, of twisted clinquant leaves, of the fall of a lark, the ceasure of the articulation of dreams in notes, of the yellowing of autumn trees, the magic dust in which the sandman breathes, the creation of ends to remarkable desires, the destruction upon foundations of happiness. Torn wings before they take flight. Cliche. But accurate.
And I still hate everything about you.
Its just a wonder how you can tear the fabric of my reality with nothing more than a glint of the corner of my blindspot and my rampart crumbles into sand dust even though I have formidable fortifications circumvallating the structure. How amazing is that? You didn't even have to stab me to kill me.
I just hate everything about you.
Wallowing in my own self-pity is like swimming in your own vomit. I try not to reek like a loser, but this time I'm licking my wounds. We met in a stasis. Ephemeral, temporal aperture; but still extremly captivating and tantalising. I moved too soon, time flowed, and everything that was there was gone. Here, is gone. Why did I move? Why didn't I move?
I just hate everything about you.
I just hate everything about me.
yep, stuck here while my friends and their friends and their friends and their friends go ahead and enjoy themselves and drink and be merry while i'm stuck here typing this post. sorry gaston...... really bad timing for me. sigh. i hate my life.
in other news i've taken up drinking again. you can't keep a dead man down if he wants to get up again.