it isolates the time that's past by. and it feels so long.
i reach for that line i can't hold on.
i can't see what lies beneath the words.
where have i been?
between what rests in my soul and what's given.
It will never weigh the truth
I can't seem to tell the difference between real and fake anymore. Mostly it's just something real that might be really fake, and not the other way round. In other words, mostly it's all just grey. Light shades dark shades. Everyone around me is grey.
I feel numb. I chose to feel numb. With so much shit going around me right now, i feel used and angry. But what's the point? I'd rather feel numb then to feel used. Feeling used is the worse feeling you can ever feel. Numb. Numbing is better, by a far mile.
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