A/N: It's unchecked, it's raw, and it was born out of a desire to really put some of these words to good use once more. =) By the way, I'm fine now. =)
“Get off the blasted couch and clean the dishes, for goodness’ sake! Do you LIKE hearing me shout constantly?!”
“Well, to me, Hamlet’s hamartia, is not necessarily his hubris; rather, it is his inactive and passive aggressive behaviour that delays the…”
“”’Cause this is my story; just the breaking of my heart;””
“Work done is equals to force in Newton times acceleration…”
“How the heck do you find the stupid area of this stupid shaded figure?!”
“Gah, screw differentiation.”
“Where’s Dad?”
“”Light up, light up, even if you had no choice, even if you cannot hear my voice;””
“If I were gay, would you break up with me?”
“Dear God....”
“”And no sky contains, no doubt restrains all You are, the greatness of our God;””
“I didn’t mean it like that!”
“Sorry =(…”
Drooping eyes barely making out the words before her; she’s had quite enough of them, for once. She hasn’t any desire to read, despite it being her Achilles’ heel, and she’s feeling lifeless again. She hates going through all of that, because she doesn’t want to go through the pain of dying and the shallow breathing and the profoundly terrible ache in her chest and-
Really, she’s had quite enough with words today. They’re just not adequate enough. Can’t encompass all of the expressions she’s desperate to let out. It’s taken too literally, and sometimes, just not literally enough.
She wishes she could go on, because this isn’t enough; it’s too brief, it barely skims the surface, it’s too wide open for interpretation.
Yet she can’t, because all of her words; they’re taken away from her. Pulled, snatched, ripped from her mouth, her mind, her plastered heart, and she’s got nothing left, when all she ever had were words.
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