The only thing scarier than being able to feel fear, is to evoke some sort of emotion in the person next to you but feel unaffected, completely.
In a strange humorous way, I am an enzyme. The world is my substrate. The conditions for activity? Perfect.
Tragedy to some, I remain unchanged.
The only thing that sometimes nudges me at the back of my little shrewd mind is how I don't even know whether I mean what I say.
It doesn't seem like much,
but its kills you more than me,
especially when I say something like
I love you.
Suicide, blasphemy and make-believe.
Is it time to revolt yet?
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Posted by
Michelle
at
9:42 PM
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