I will probably miss you more than I thought when all this finally comes crashing down. It’s more than I can verbalise. I’m thinking of perhaps some metaphors and analogies to justify the degrees to which I shall miss you. It’s all very technical and they just don’t seem to fit anywhere in this post.
It’s just hitting me now that you won’t be here long. You got dreams, I’ve got dreams; unfortunately they just don’t mesh well. I want more, you want less. I want the highs, you want the lows. Stupid seesaw not letting us get on the same plane.
See. I told you fancy writing just doesn’t fit in anywhere for this post. So disjointed and abrupt, it’s not even funny. Laughable, yes. But not funny.
“Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, GO!”
YEAH. LIKE IT’S THAT EASY, EH GENIUS?!
Homg, this back and forth playing field will be the death of me. Why can’t things ever remain constant? Why can’t things ever just move in one, focused direction? All this whizzing here and there is not helping me find my footing. The ground just disappears.
Signage is vital, it is the driving force of everything we do. Signs. When you get a few at one go though, it really does fuck up everything you’ve been gearing up to. Everything just collapses in one messy heap, because you can’t decide what the next step is.
Why is my post jumping all over the place? It’s all disjointed. Like I digress after every three sentences. Does this say something about my attention span and/or level of commitment? My mind seems to be overloading. But I want to say so much more to you, about you, for you, whatever!
I want you to understand me. Listen. Shut off your past and listen to what I have to say. Stop dissecting. I need you to understand. I have nothing to offer you except this.
Oh God, I am sick. Cure me of this.
**I think watching “Crave” earlier this month has affected me completely and I just can’t write proper anymore. Everything is just oozing “Crave”. I must stop emulating Sarah Kane. Now. With immediate effect.
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crave fucked me up bad. i took till last week to recover.
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