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Thursday, March 3, 2011, 1:07 PM
Try to hold a sheet over your frown and block away the world but I wish you'd realize that I'm just trying to care for you, and it hurts when you try to kick me away. I'll be wherever anyway, if you want to join me, you know what number to call. I'll sit by a stone staircase with a coffee and a cigarette in my hand because I've given up trying to care and I think I've fallen to a hole I can't climb out of. Sometimes you need something more than you want it and it's that conscious acceptance that is going to save you from yourself at the end of it all. The clock ticks away louder than any happy encouraging message anyone can send no matter how near. Constant, non-changing, steady and deadly precise, droning on in your head like nails digging into the side of your skull, inch by inch until you can no longer think or feel like you did before. It is impending and it is imminent, stares you down like a wolf in the dead centre of a forest, cold eyes locked onto yours and you don't even know what to think to comfort yourself. About a year ago, I thought I knew what to expect, I thought the feeling would be easy to dissect and break down like the contents of a pencil box, pull away and apart to minimize the incredibly persistent nagging at the back of your head. But I was wrong. I don't know what to expect and I don't know how much worse off I'm going to be come 2pm tomorrow afternoon. Call me crazy but I don't want to be alone. I'd like to be with all of you. Maybe you don't think the same and believe in solitary confinement to cope with the dizziness, but well, it'll be just like old times, wouldn't it? Us against them. Except this time, the scales have changed and we're facing a much bigger enemy than before. So sit and wait on the edge of all existence as we watch the tables turn in front of our very eyes, pieces of paper that could upturn worlds and upheave paths once well placed and held down by dreams and faith, judgements passed that could mean the end of an old dream or the start of a new one. The jaws of the best are mighty and fearsome, but so is the will to survive and the want to dream inside us all, we'll see in time that we're bigger than anything they could say to us, bigger than the alphabet and the number, bigger than the doubt and the insecurity, bigger than anything we could say to ourselves. The war drums sound and we come together one more time. Don't hold your breath cos you won't need it. |
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