Monday, September 04, 2006
there is this weird compulsion
to reach out and tell you that
everything is fine.
surprise registers on your face;
you feel you look fine,
but you know you aren't.
(so who are you kidding?)
AND i want to know that i know.
That furtive hiding behind shadowy facades,
The gnawing emptiness in a hollow cracked-eggshell h'eart,
That mindless questioning all day long,
The feeling of being suffocated by your own tangled web of pretences.
I know how it feels like.
how it feels like to be alone-
really alone.
when you can surround yourself with
familyfriendschatterlaughtercryingscreaming
but nothing registers.
nothing seems to help
(like that night i clutched onto the windowstill, on the verge of leaping into the balck abyss below)
Only one thought is left.
'Who am I?'
un moment à se rappeler
. a moment to remember.
