Saturday, 29 November 2008

Piece of my heart

I'm just fed up with myself. I hate that I refuse to sit still and empty my mind of all manners of thought. I hate that I've become so impotent, been reduced to sterility. I hate that something in me won't ever give up. I hate that as a person I have to constantly do and can't ever just be.

And why? 

The agony drags on in my mind so much so that I am no longer free. 
If freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose, why am I not free? 
If all I'm to do is pick up the pieces and move on, why am I still singing take a little piece of my heart

I've never looked so contemptibly at myself as I do now. 
Ah, how we have fallen! 
So dark. So old. So sterile. 


'Smee! said...

Dear, it's a great thing to be able to 'do' instead of just 'be'. The grass is always greener on the other side.

'Smee! said...
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'Smee! said...

You've been tagged!

Bhumika's Boudoir said...

So Trupthi, what was the deleted post? :)

'Smee! said...

Oh, just the wrong link, honey. nothing scandulous, sorry to disappoint :P