Thursday, February 28, 2013

I think I've forgotten how to write, more accurately, how to think.  I've forgotten how to cry, forgotten how to feel, be angry, be anything at all.  When you censor yourself at every turn, you eventually censor yourself into oblivion.  Nothing left.  

The giving comes naturally, but I guess it's no longer giving.  It's just a natural autonomic response to the stimuli provided. Stimuli = Expectation.

She keeps taking and taking, not even realizing that she is taking me apart one tiny shred at a time. I'm not sure she would even care. I let it happen.

Writing it down even seems trite at this point. 


La Lunatique said...

This hit me right in the heart and brought tears to my eyes. You are writing, you have not forgotten. These words are so powerful in their stark emptiness. I can't even express how much I relate to this....a hard and beautiful truth. Much love to you my friend.

عالم التميز said...

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