I used to think pain was better. Better than nothing. A scarecrow in the desert, waiting for something to grow. But now I guess I don’t care. So tired of pretending I’m made of bricks when my insides are nothing but straw. It’s not my intent to fool anyone, and yet I am. It’s hard to explain, but there is always this void - between me and the world. A chasm so great there’s no way to overcome it. Any kind of emotion that attempts to cross it becomes a victim of its depth. Like music that suddenly stops, the speakers emit a hum that sucks up any other sound trying to be heard.
Until there's nothing.
Just a deafening silence as I await the next song.
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"Maybe it makes sense now. Maybe somewhere in all of this there's a reason. Maybe somewhere in all of this there's a why. Maybe somewhere there's that thing that lets you tie it all up with a neat bow and bury it in the backyard. But nothing, not getting angry, not prayers, and not tears, nothing can make something that happened unhappen. "
- The United States of Leland
- The United States of Leland
"I need you so much closer ..."
- Death Cab for Cutie
- Death Cab for Cutie
"It's not a party until someone leaves crying. "
- AP
- AP
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