Thursday, February 16, 2006 @ 4:34 pm
The Uniformity of Life
Routine of My Life:
1) wake up
2) wash up & eat
3) go school
4) go home
5) shower
6) do work
7) eat
8) do work
9) slp for a while
10) repeat steps 1-9 for nxt day
occasionally: add in dance or tuition
look into my eyes.
can you see any twinkle in those dark eyes?
they are just empty, hollow, lifeless.
can you see the dark rings under those weary eyes?
can you see the wet corners of my eyes?
look at my lips.
how long ago was it that its corners were pointing to the sky?
i can't seem to remember.
walking down the street
blind
deaf
mute
when was the last time i had a dreamless night?
i dreamt of:
river model
inflation
ballet lesson
physics
no more dreams.
no more life.
no longer can i dance
no longer can i read
no longer can i study
no longer can i work
i need to die a little.
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i dun see why play is not a good reason to not work. i don't see why i have to finish work, only to noe more will come my way. i don't see why i havta give up dance for a bunch of people who are worse than sh*t. i don't see why i should cry for my dull, stupid life. i don't see why i should follow orders i'm unwilling to listen to. i don't see why i should breathe. i don't see why i should open my eyes when i cross the road. i don't see why i should sacrifice play and sleep to finish work. i don't see why i havta be seperated from the only person in the world who can understand me in order to live in a place where no one noes wad i feel.
can no longer smile. can no longer listen. can no longer keep my eyes open.
maybe i should hide. tuck myself away from the rest of the world. live in a box and never come out.
u do not see me.