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- It is this feeling which I have
- A feeling that is simultaneously close yet far
- This sense
- This pallid, overhanging sense
- That in the dependent independence in which I live
- That in that world where light and dark intertwine
- That in this stage where childhood is old
- Yet adulthood is new
- That I feel as though I were numb
- As though I were floating through clouds amidst the dark night sky
- My own thoughts and ideas
- My desire to be as I am
- That rebellion in the depths of my mind
- That a part of me wishes to unleash
- While another part of me wants to hold it back
- This sense of mine own hypocrisy
- In entertaining thoughts of rebellion and independence
- While allowing myself to be under the grasp of my family and the expectations by which I live
- Wanting to head into a new world
- Trying to break from the bubble of youth
- From the bubble of the short life which I have lived
- Branching out into the placid yet turbulent waters of friendship
- Finding some in whom I could confide and rely
- And finding others who fade in and out like lights from dusk to dawn
- Sometimes friends are ephemeral
- Even I myself am ephemeral
- And like all men
- A petty animal
- A liberated captive
- A freed prisoner
- Who in not knowing what to expect
- Has learned that in expecting the least
- That the most is given
- That amongst family, resistance is futile
- That amongst friends, there are few that can be counted on
- For what is my life?
- What is my life?
- What is my life but momentary fragments of rebellion interspersed with mine own hypocrisy?
- What is my life but knowing that I cannot count on everyone I know to be dependable?
- What is my life but knowing that after the glorious heights of excitement comes a heavy fall?
- What is my life to myself?
- What is my life to my family?
- What is my life to my friends?
- What is my life to the people whom I interact with day by day by day?
- It feels rather insignificant, this thing I do
- Putting words on a paper knowing that few will care
- Yet catharsis overpowers concern
- Catharsis is the feeling that I wish to have
- But at this moment, I feel numb
- Many of the things I care for are not as important
- Because in the end, I don’t see myself as important
- I see myself as a hypocritical, deluded, wannabe writer son of a bitch that has nothing better to do with his life
- If it weren’t for my cowardice and my own desire not to break the bounds of faith that have in me held themselves, a part of me would go ahead and try to end it all
- But I cannot in good conscience do that
- I must soldier on
- Doing with I’m told
- Pleasing people from A to Z
- Feeling as though my life has been a foolish game
- Seeing that I have so much on my end
- And yet so little at the same time
- Wanting both to linger in the shadows by my lonesome
- And head on out into the spotlights of friendship and society
- Knowing that things don’t work as I wish
- Wishing that they did
- Yet knowing that if they worked as I wished, that it would be awful for everyone
- Time keeps going on
- The clock keeps ticking
- Tick, tock
- Tick, tock
- Tick, tock
- Tick, tock
- Tick, tock
- I know the day will close on my hypocritical self
- I fear death’s embrace despite knowing that he is a fuel of life
- But what is this numbness I have but a sort of emotional death?
- I may physically be alive
- I may look and be the same person
- But there’s something in my head
- This numbness that shrouds all
- And that something is not me
- Frankly, I’ve rambled on too long
- This to most would be a piece between the realms of sanity and insanity
- And though insanity is not what I feel
- I would be lying if I said that everything is totally sane
- And yet, this feeling will fade
- As in the end, I’ll keep carrying on, holding back all of what I have
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