After talking to Q for 3 straight hours, there was a sense of sadness, a lot of uncertainty, a heavy heart and a everything seemed a bit unfair. Yet I felt strong. Or so I thought.
I’ve only just begun distinguishing between this feelings strong, and actually feeling strong. This is more like denial, or blissful ignorance. Escaping the reality of things. This isn’t feeling strong. This is something else.
Yes, I’ve been bottled up. I’ve pushed my feelings so far inside..so deep inside that they don’t come out so easily. Especially with people around. No wonder, the only time I feel really connected with life..the time I feel alive is when I’m listening to music. Eyes closed. On my back. Just listening to beautiful music.
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