p o s t s c r i p t

by thursdays and rain

05.26.09

paranoia seems to overrule my judgment

since i can still hear your voice in the wind..

an eloquent silence that whispers screams into my ear,

similar to an angel's cry..

soft and gentle yet deafening and piercing..

constantly haunting my mind..

driving me to the edge..

..i can still feel you all around me..

insomnia trickles through my lackluster eyes

as i stare at the ceiling

and i'm lost in translation.

i can't define what i feel because it's like

a whirlwind of emotions

colliding all at once..

i stare at the blank page of my journal in front of me

and it reminds me of myself –

empty and hollow..

how i long to fill it with black and white scribbles

and words and metaphors that don't mean a(ny)thing..

it's what keeps my whole being from breaking..

and my heart that i have forgotten somewhere is still beating

and i'm feeling alive all over again..

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a/n: in memory of my uncle..

soundtrack:

queen paranoia by slapshock

angels cry by the red jumpsuit apparatus

all around me by flyleaf

insomnia by craig david

a song i can’t remember from the anime “gravitation”

first time by lifehouse