My Operasleeping days
Tuesday, October 4, 2011 2:22:07 AM
old dreams come back
some last days, I almost sleep or see the square silent clock, see its hour hand, minute one and second one slowly and heavily moving. I thought myself strong in sentimental issues, but now I can't stand the thinking keep surrounding me all the time.
I feel like I'm the only one live this life. Though just an important one left me behind, others seem do not make any sense. I feel blank in my soul, my body, feel like I just the same with one of those clouds out there, above in the sky, drifting with the wind.
I used to laugh at the people suicided cause of desperate in love. Now I do that with myself. Feeling sorry holds me tight.
I afraid that I'm likely to be crazy, I can not admit the situation I'm spending along. My head keeps thinking, wondering, I can't stop, even control it. Sometimes I feel it's gonna blow up in many tiny pieces. When I saw the trucks passed by me in the high way at this early morning, I wonder how I feel if I stand in the middle of the way and the truck crashes into me. Maybe it's more comfortable than now.
The old nightmare comes back stronger than anytime. I stand there, somewhere is unfamiliar, see many dark shadows in running, which push against me until I can't breath and swoon, feeling nothing.
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