Monday, August 01, 2005

Frozen

One of my moods. Again.

Sometimes I feel like the world has passed me by, and I've been asleep the whole time.

Things happen to people I care about. Or am supposed to care about. Of which I know nothing of. I'm not sure if it's because they don't talk to me anymore, or if it's a problem rooted in greater depth.

Something in me makes me impenetrable? Something like a thick glazed fortress built up around myself, that makes people not want to try to get through to me?

Or maybe it's because people change when they grow up, you and I- a reference to the many you's and the lone I here. So much, that we simply don't speak anymore. And simply can't find it within ourselves to trust one another.

When we were young we released our angst by chasing each other, screaming. Now that we are older, not necessarily wiser, we keep mum and type away at the blank computer screen.

Each a shadow in the other's life.


Laid bare at 10:00 am
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