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It's been a long time, and it's not like I don't have the time. It more along the lines I don't know why but I can't bring myself to actually write in this journal, or even my blog. Maybe I lost some spark that drove me forward, some amazing force that was the wind under my feet as I ran forward.
I am thrashing up, screaming out, and falling hard. The walls are closing in and I can't push hard enough for them to stop! Please, someone, anyone.
The lie is easy to uphold, a porcelain mask. I fear soon it may shatter, that it will slip from my face to the marble floors and crash. Into a million pieces unable to be put back together, they will glitter in the waning light.
I want to be left alone, and yet... It's the last thing I need. And those two are different.
My muses have all but died and left me, if I am to continue on I will have to fight for it. I will claw and tear for it, I will scream and bite and rage for it. But I need to want it; thats where I need help.
I need someone to help me want it.
Silver
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 Desert--Mirage · Sun Feb 07, 2010 @ 06:12pm · 0 Comments |
