Date: 05.11.2007
Time: 11:14 p.m.
Instigating arguments. Speaking about resentments harboured in the past that refuse to leave the mind. Loud voices. Soft ones raised to high-pitched cacophony. Anger swelling inside the gut, rising and consuming the mind. More arguing. More resentment. More bitter truths coming up to the surface.
Dislike. Preferences. Hate. Questions. Rigid minds? What is flexibility? Do others have a right to question your preferences? ‘Qualifications for judgement’. More anger. Disbelief. Rationality gets butchered for irrational emotions. The past refuses to leave … haunting, still daunting.
Sarcastic remarks meant for un-empathetic ears. Calm-voiced reason and justification. Rage at being questioned. You dare question my preferences? Raised eyebrows and quivering lower lips. A cold glare that penetrates through the darkness. More sarcasm.
Definition — of the life of a city. What makes it throb and pulsate with life? It does not live. It does not live? Social behaviour. ‘Fitting in’. “You only need to put in an effort”. Sarcasm at the paradox. Relative ratiocination. Friendship — bitterness.
Nothing is supposed to last, is it? People skills are obviously very natural to some. Somebody has many ‘friends’. Listen. Watch. Speak. Watch and stare. Enjoy. Sadism speaks out from within. The argument is enjoyed. Laughter … at the irrationality of one. Cold laughter. Cruel sadism. More enjoyment.
Annoyance gives way to calculated satisfaction. Purpose. Was there one? Has it been achieved? Time has been spent. Boredom has been killed. Aggression expressed. The dysfunction is amusing in a cold manner. Aloof. Distant. Detached viewer. Expression of the shell, the exterior. The interior has been lost. It has escaped confinement and forsaken the cage for the sake of open spaces.
The candle flickers gleefully, watching the exchange. Impersonal, and offering feeble rays of unwanted light — light that the powerful black extinguishes. The bitterness resurfaces once more. Wounds are yet to heal … literally and otherwise. A cynical mind remains, and learns to be indifferent. Quiet ripostes that bring out the worst in another. More coldness.
Toughen up. You have, haven’t you? You have had to. You did not fit in, but you have survived. You don’t fit in, you don’t belong … but you don’t care anymore. This is strength. Is this strength? Must be.
End: 11:37 p.m.
Time: 11:14 p.m.
Instigating arguments. Speaking about resentments harboured in the past that refuse to leave the mind. Loud voices. Soft ones raised to high-pitched cacophony. Anger swelling inside the gut, rising and consuming the mind. More arguing. More resentment. More bitter truths coming up to the surface.
Dislike. Preferences. Hate. Questions. Rigid minds? What is flexibility? Do others have a right to question your preferences? ‘Qualifications for judgement’. More anger. Disbelief. Rationality gets butchered for irrational emotions. The past refuses to leave … haunting, still daunting.
Sarcastic remarks meant for un-empathetic ears. Calm-voiced reason and justification. Rage at being questioned. You dare question my preferences? Raised eyebrows and quivering lower lips. A cold glare that penetrates through the darkness. More sarcasm.
Definition — of the life of a city. What makes it throb and pulsate with life? It does not live. It does not live? Social behaviour. ‘Fitting in’. “You only need to put in an effort”. Sarcasm at the paradox. Relative ratiocination. Friendship — bitterness.
Nothing is supposed to last, is it? People skills are obviously very natural to some. Somebody has many ‘friends’. Listen. Watch. Speak. Watch and stare. Enjoy. Sadism speaks out from within. The argument is enjoyed. Laughter … at the irrationality of one. Cold laughter. Cruel sadism. More enjoyment.
Annoyance gives way to calculated satisfaction. Purpose. Was there one? Has it been achieved? Time has been spent. Boredom has been killed. Aggression expressed. The dysfunction is amusing in a cold manner. Aloof. Distant. Detached viewer. Expression of the shell, the exterior. The interior has been lost. It has escaped confinement and forsaken the cage for the sake of open spaces.
The candle flickers gleefully, watching the exchange. Impersonal, and offering feeble rays of unwanted light — light that the powerful black extinguishes. The bitterness resurfaces once more. Wounds are yet to heal … literally and otherwise. A cynical mind remains, and learns to be indifferent. Quiet ripostes that bring out the worst in another. More coldness.
Toughen up. You have, haven’t you? You have had to. You did not fit in, but you have survived. You don’t fit in, you don’t belong … but you don’t care anymore. This is strength. Is this strength? Must be.
End: 11:37 p.m.
5 comments:
Transience is the essence of life. Who moved my cheese? We've all got to move on. Can we? Can you? Well we are still alive...all of us. That should mean we've moved on. But should it?
to fit in and to belong,its hard ...and i have tried to understand and grasp,but fitting in means confirming to a set of perr pressures.just be who you are ,...for you are your best this way *tight hug*
peer*
Point proven with clear poetic prose.
And well, I don't have to say anything to my clone, do I?
Courtesy comment, this. Heh.
Jadis: Ah ... more question! :P
Bricky: Oh I know that. Which is why I don't bother and stay aloof most of the time. :]
Kaz: *snort* :P
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