they will see us waving from suchgreatheights

there is a stillness in today's night, a gripping aura that is strangling me, with the very temptation of wanting to hear your voice again. it's those cursed dreams that haunt me in the night and so i stay up, hoping that those dreams could be real, and not be woken up to nothing but a faded memory of how you felt real once. and that was while i was sleeping
.

i cannot breathe
.

But nobody wants to hear this tale
The plot is cliched, the jokes are stale
And baby we've all heard it all before
Oh i could get specific but
Nobody needs a catalog
With details of love I can't sell anymore--
Aimee mann "Invisible Ink"

why have i become like this? i feel numb and hollow. and i am no longer capable of feeling. of knowing what it's like to be loved and to love (i know it's cliched, but when ure in my shoes, it feels like a black nymph growing on the back of your head and its waiting to swallow the rest of u up till ure covered with nothing but blackness, clumpy and dirty on the inside and out.)

i feared, it'd come to this.

goodnight nobody.