kindness (inspired by jacin)
a compilation of whispers
dat are voiced
comin frm the heart
i dun realli remember or recognise ever bein truly happy. i do remember times i was distracted frm my discontent like durin fabulous sex. hehz. its not exactly depression. not quite sadness. mayb its jus who i am. i actualli take delight in genuine sorrow. not jus the sort dat comes frm bein hurt mentally, not jus frm bad gossips or love issues, not the kind of sadness frm personal problems. im talkin abt the sorrow shared wif the hoverin grey clouds dat gather outside the window on stormy evenins. even fallen leaves sadden me at times. generally, i is fell in love wif the sorrow dat builds up inside hearts becos there are no ans to the important qns of the loneliest. lets jus conclude dat mayb my memory is defective and it only saves the bad stuff. im sure thr haf to haf been good old happy times. thr haf to haf been and its my fault becos i haf forgotten how to remember em.
fallen (inspired by scarlet)
spiralin down slowly
slippin deeply
towards our deaths
i guess wat realli drove u or even me, more den misery is vanity. to be loved enuff and i supposed thr will be no happiness to be found in anyone until we first find it in ourselves. erm dat is, if we ever do. so at times, mayb it will be easier to live wif yrself if you can bypass the whole livin aspect. sometimes its better to be wat you haf become den to be who you are. dats wat i became. i fell in love wif sorrows, it became part of me. is like if you are out in the middle of the ocean you can try to swim back to shore, but whether you do or whether you dun is of little consequence. either way, you drown. its merely a matter of preference decidin if you want to die tryin or jus let it happen.
