therealanonymous

I hear the muffled voices, the rustling of the bodies around me... yet the reality is that the scene is only but a snapshot of reality; everyone is still, locked into their state. I hear the muffled voices and see the blank faces that gaze at me. Their mouths move but no words escape them, their limbs limp and inflexible despite my screams for their help - my desperate plea. I hear the muffled voices, thinking I heard their promises. Hoping that maybe one day, they would step up and help carry the anvil that was crushing my heart, my dreams and my soul. I hear the muffled voices, and I realise   their voices are muffled so they

glint of sharp metal taste of iron, breath of red - oh, to give all up...

Sometimes we dream of a love that we think we deserve. We meet someone and pin all our hopes on this particular someone - they begin to fill our world, for our eyes are focused only on their movements. Sometimes we dream of a love that appears only in movies. There is no common sense, no logic whatsoever. It's not that you have poor memory, just that you only remember things about that certain someone. Sometimes we dream of a love... so much that we make a terrible mistake - we fall in love with the idea of love, instead of falling in love with this certain someone. And after all this time thinking that you loved this certain someon

It's been twenty days. Since I told you I liked you... instead, you like her.

Splash, there I go - submerged into the dark blue water, yet perfectly still, not moving. The air bubbles, one by one, escape my mouth and I remain passive, calm. The chilling, smooth blue silk brushes against my cheek and I breath in the water molecules. It rushes down into my lungs, my eyes glazed, body numb. Floating, my feet dangling and my arms loosely placed. The only air bubbles coming from the colourful fish, dancing in the dark ocean - they dart about quite happily,   poking at my rather limp, still body.

I sense awkwardness - the way your hand touches mine. Please move your hand, now!

I'm completely lost in the abyss, all I can see are heads turning three-sixty degrees and joints moving in a rather synchronised, perfect manner - jolting to one side, then the other. As I stick my left joint up, they stick their right and it seems I will never be able, never be able to follow this imposing army of bony skeletons. I try to march in their rhythm, moving my skull just right - sixty degrees anti-clockwise, then three-sixty degrees clockwise... making sure I walk parallel to those that stand next to me, tall. Trapped, all I can do is pretend that I know what I'm doing. As I march in the scorching desert, a poor and stupid sk

Gonna go to bed, lie down, breath in and breath out... and cry silently.

Truthfully, sometimes I want someone to help me and give me a break...

I am utterly infatuated with you, it isn't your eyes, nor your hair - but you; the real you (and probably your sexy smile). I can't stop thinking about the little things you do and the jokes you like to say, the way you seemingly manage to make me grin every single time. I pretend there's a chance between us and dream about the endless possibilities - we can be in a relationship together. But a dream is but a dream, and I realise we'll never be together. You take my breath away, the same way the wind sweeps leaves on a warm, cozy autumn day. There's nothing special about you, yet I think you're completely different and you're always th