Who am I now?...I know I am not who I used to be, but save the knowledge of what I am not, what am I. I am a stranger to myself, as shocked by my actions, by my thoughts, my emotions as you are. I can predict my reactions as well as you could. I know they will not be what they would have been...then...but what will they be now? I do not know...
Who am I now?...that girl in the mirror, I still consider my old face my own...find it difficult to accept the changes, they do not belong to me.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
My Insomniac
Trudging through the light of day
Half awake and unaware
Waiting for the night to come
And cloak him in its soothing folds
Of solitary darkness...
He'll walk past, but you will not see
The man that he once used to be
You'll see him come, then watch him go
My maddened lost insomniac.
What troubles him he will not say
Events from an ancient age
Things he says you must remember
'They happened only yesterday'
In his ancient language- long forgotten
He'll tell you truths you'll never know
You'll see him come, then watch him go,
My maddened lost insomniac...
Half awake and unaware
Waiting for the night to come
And cloak him in its soothing folds
Of solitary darkness...
He'll walk past, but you will not see
The man that he once used to be
You'll see him come, then watch him go
My maddened lost insomniac.
What troubles him he will not say
Events from an ancient age
Things he says you must remember
'They happened only yesterday'
In his ancient language- long forgotten
He'll tell you truths you'll never know
You'll see him come, then watch him go,
My maddened lost insomniac...
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