People talk people scream, sooner or later it all becomes interchangeable. It’s a hazy sort of existence, where rules and boundaries are stretched and distorted like old dirty rubber bands that are tightly bound around loaves of bread. You live, you exist, but after a while you stop caring- numb and unfeeling, you soon learn to block out the strained voices, the tear soaked cheeks. They say the media makes you desensitized to blood and carnage, but it’s really just the entire process of living. Images and pain that would once cause you to breakdown at the age of eight rouse a slight flutter at the age of seventeen and are quickly forgotten before you really start to feel. Behind closed doors there are muffled voices, people in grief, people sobbing salty nothingness into toilet roll and pillows. But reality comes a knocking, and its no longer ok to just be depressed and self pitying anymore. There’s simply not enough time for all that fluff. You flush the tissue, gasp at how ugly you look in the mirror, wash your face and join the living once again- slowly stifling all evidence of feeling in you.
Its amazing what great actors we all are.
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and thank God for that! ... sigh* theres only so much time i can spend curled up in a corner with only a toilet roll for company...
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages."
cliche and ghissa pitta.. but SO true.
the world is not a stage. it is real life bollywood film.
*sigh*
happy eid papita
and im amitabh bachan. lol. and ur my govinda ;) cmon lets do the boogie woogie!
"old dirty rubber bands that are tightly bound around loaves of bread."
you're writing makes me smile so often,.,: )
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